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jubilee40 · 3 months

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New Work In Progress

This WIP list isn't in any particular order, these are just requests and ideas I feel confident in writing and posting right now

WIP List:

Kinktober

Domestic Life Series: Papa Nanami x Mama Reader (Request)

Pros & Cons of Dating JJK Men HC Part 2 (Request)

Pegged Sub Gojo x Wife Reader (Request)

Jealous Levi Ackerman x Girlfriend Reader (Request)

Prison Boyfriend/PenPal JKK or Tokyo Revengers x Girlfriend (Oneshot or Series Idea)

Jealous Smut Eren Jaeger Stepbrother x Step-sister (Dark Content Request)

Cheating/Break-Up or Death No Character In Particular (Request)

Haikyuu Iwa x Baker Girlfriend Reader (Request)

Domestic Life Series: Husband Levi Ackerman x Pregnant Wife Reader (Request)

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Tokyo Revengers TikTok Prank (Ideas)

Dr Stone x Female Reader (Requests)

One Piece Male Character HCs (Ideas)

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rosewaterandivy · 3 months

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saw Godzilla - 0.1 and can’t stop thinkin about Jaeger pilot Steve who lost his partner to a cat4 kaiju. under orders not the leave the shatterdome because they’re bringing in someone from Juneau to test potential drift compatibility even though he’s tired and in mourning for fuck’s sake.

lo and behold Hop (who everyone thought was dead) rolls up with a mechanic named Max with a helluva chip on her shoulder and you, the sole survivor of a cat6 event.

Steve hasn’t seen you since the academy and it’s not like you were friendly then, so why does Owen’s think this shit’ll work now? and where’s your partner? … he could’ve sworn it was Hargrove or something.

smash cut to! idk quasi rivals to lovers type beat.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #pacific rim!au #this is what runs through my brain for some reason

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amplexadversary · 11 months

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Soul Eater Weapon/Meister crossover pairings I'd like to see

G Gundam:

Kyoji/Schwarz in any arrangement. Assorted ninja weaponry, like Tsubaki. Would probably have to be a twin AU or need to mix the settings.

Chibodee gang. All of them can keep their backstory without major changes, ie. the girls being troublemakers until they and Chibodee mutually adopt each other. This becomes convenient because with a boxer they can get into combat with three of them transformed instead of two.

The group rely on numbers to begin with in order to overwhelm opponents, but become extremely powerful once they develop a deep mutual respect (like how Kid, Liz, and Patty work).

Obvs the girls' weapon forms are glove+glove+pistol+pistol, and Bunny makes sense having a pistol form, but I can't decide whether to have the mechanics (Shirley, Janet) have the same weapon form or whether it makes more sense for the physician (Cath) to turn into a punching weapon and tip off her partners on where to aim.

Weapon!Marie-Louise, wanting to get into fights and dig up dirt, is beside herself when her father forbids her from finding a partner and training as a weapon; she ends up going straight to George and demanding he become her partner instead of just her protector.

Meister!Nastasha and Weapon!Argo become a team when their home country becomes besieged with demons; Nastasha is supposed to make sure Argo remains in the custody of the Russian government, but over time she finds that he is far more trustworthy than her employers.

Weapon!Domon with a strong preference for being the wielder runs away from home to learn to fight with his non-transformed, human body. Master Asia as a retired Meister with a dead/absent partner who teaches Domon to amplify his own soul wavelength rather than asking him to transform.

Meister!Allenby having undergone experiments with the black blood carrying an out-of-their-mind berserker weapon inside of her. Preferably the two of them actually manage to get some help and manage to coexist in the end (probably after being abducted by and beating the snot out of Wong). Actually being able to re-contextualize Nobel Gundam as more of a character would be pretty cool and of all the gundams in G Gundam I'd probably pick her for this AU.

Gurren Lagann:

Sword/Drill!Kamina and Meister!Simon. This would probably be a kinder AU to both of them than their original setting. Kamina is probably a highly desirable partner in this setting because of his ability to hype up his partner and boost their power, but he insists that Simon is the most special and won't team up with anyone else for more than a bout or two.

Steven Universe:

This Weapon!AU can pack so much angst into it.

Pearl probably has similar-to-canon issues with shapeshifting but with her weapon form.

The diamonds are all witches. Similar levels of questionable morality and betrayal are abound.

Steven is noted to be really weird because he appears to have death-scythe kinds of powers really shortly after he even expresses weapon tendencies.

Meister!Connie.

There are probably at least 3 ways to approach Garnet in this kind of AU but my favorite is that somehow Ruby and Sapphire manage to Jaeger the fuck out of some kind of magical construct.

Greg is still just a dude who makes music. He probably writes a song for Spirit encouraging him to be a better dad. Hell, he probably convinces Maka to hang out with her father on the condition that Greg chaperones.

#I started this in the tags of another post but I need it on its own.#Soul Eater #crossover #anime #G Gundam #Gurren Lagann #Steven Universe #if anyone's going to pick a fight do it off of my post m'kay?#I don't want to hear it or find out about it #I would be interested in seeing Soul Eater AU ideas for other peoples' favorites though.#the setting is absolutely wild and incredibly goth and I need more of the fantastical elements and interactions

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jmrothwell · 1 year

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5 headcanons: More Pacific Rim AU, plz and thank

HEYA!! ^_^

The Pacific Rim AU for those interested: Inny's Headcanon's / Ficlet

--At one point there was a base wide prank war. It was ordered highly encouraged to end after the glitter bomb that went off. Alex was the primary target/victim and he took it in stride. Refused to wash off and danced around the halls spreading glitter to all his friends.

Also glitter being glitter, the mess didn’t go away for months. Flynn took to carrying a hand held vacuum with them everywhere to TRY and reduce the amount of glitter making it back into the shop, where many of the smaller mechanical issues are taken care of.

Everyone honestly thought Reggie and Flynn(seeing as most of the more complicated pranks WERE their handiwork) were the ones who designed the glitter bomb until they got all offended on behalf of all the smaller gears and instruments within a Jaeger (especially the more sensitive equipment in the cockpit with the drifting equipment)

--Caleb Covington is the base commander. due to his relationship with the Molina’s he had originally barred Julie from entering the Jaeger pilot program. Ray had to talk some sense into him. It also helped when Caleb could see how well Julie and Luke worked together outside of drifting.

--Other songs that Reggie and Flynn have looped while working (sometimes unknowingly): Skibidi(Little Big), Boss Bitch(Doja Cat), That Don’t Impress Me Much, Man! I feel Like a Woman(Shania Twain), I Wanna Dance With Somebody(Whitney Houston)

--Willie has joined the swooning competition, though he is usually only interested in seeing if he can break the folks who Reggie and Flynn have no luck with. Or in seeing how much he can fluster Reggie and Flynn.

--The week after the “We almost seriously injured/killed Julie” incident is one of the most awkward low morale weeks (that didn’t stem from actual tragedy). Reggie and Flynn play a crucial part in the morale of the base though no one admits it. Nor did anyone even realize how crucial they were to morale until the two went into ‘strictly business mode’ trying to overcorrect their actions.

No one knows what she did but Julie managed to get them back to their old selves….and is also one of the only people other than Willie to have points on the “swooning” scoreboard.

--Luke and Julie after their first drift together spend nearly a full day with Ellie and each other. They don’t say much if anything. Mostly trade off hugging each other and Ellie.

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

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kotetsuandbarnaby · 2 years

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Okay, let's start with the Raleigh and Kotetsu parallel party.

It's gonna be a loooong post because oh boy, I have things to tell and I'm gonna tell them all tonight, so be sure to keep reading if you love both Pacific Rim and Tiger and Bunny, or if you're curious about a hell of a parallel.

First thing first: Both Kotetsu and Raleigh found their calling in being heroes, right? If you put that aside (and the fact they are the protagonists), their narratives specify that they are... pretty average, losers even. No ones.

They were never the most flashy or the smartest or fastest or even strongest. Not while growing up, not on their prime, less alone when compared to the new generations or the real legends. Well, that's whatever! Because they weren't looking for the recognition or the fame or the interviews. Raleigh and Kotetsu? They are heroes at heart, old-school rebeldes going after just one reward: the safety of their world, of their loved ones.

When you compare Yancy with Tomoe, you can see how both the story of Kotetsu and Raleigh started when they lost the person that meant the most to them. Kotetsu saw how Tomoe slowly died at the hospital, Raleigh was still within the drift with his brother when the kaiju took him down. There's a pain right there that they could never express to others. And what makes it worst is the fact that they were in the middle of a crisis when both Yancy and Tomoe died; they didn't have the time to slow down while it happened. They had to keep working— they sacrificed their last moments with Tomoe and Yancy in order to keep being heroes. Of course that's what Yancy and Tomoe would have wanted for them, since they were their main support. However, Raleigh and Kotetsu were the ones who took the decision and now they have to live with that.

Now now, after retiring, both of them got a job that wouldn't really fulfill them, but at least it'd provide a sense of purpose and some money. Deep down, we know neither of them wanted to stop being heroes to go build a wall or drive a cab. That's why they came back! But there's also a shared narrative that I adore: HeroTV and the jaeger program? They needed a veteran who knew how the game was played, someone capable of getting the job done not matter what, someone capable of overcoming the pressure and creating a breach or opportunity, someone capable of teaching others how to work as a team and someone who could bring the best out of their coworkers. Did HeroTV and the jaeger program knew that, that they needed them? Probably not, but Pentecost and Agnes, they had faith in Raleigh and Kotetsu. They saw how great they were when no one else could. Maybe Wild Tiger and Raleigh were a thing from the past, but they were a classic— and had a hell of an instinct, being honest.

Raleigh and Kotetsu have friendly personalities, without it meaning they are open when it comes to their internal struggles. They are soft and familiar, someone to lean on, to trust. They are all goofy smiles combined with cute modals and a strong body. They are not the stereotype of "masculine man", you know. They are considered kinda old without being falling in the seniors category, they are very independent, sincere and clasicfal troublemakers. They won't doubt to defend their beliefs with their fists or with their words. They go after what's right for them, even against their superiors. They feel, so much and so deep. They keep sacrificing themselves and taking the blame and putting themselves in danger, going with the heart and not the mind.

And oh lords, they are underestimated. Outright crazy, even when they jump to conclusions, they can be total geniuses. They are insane fighters without the need of a mechanic suit. Their endurance is out of this world. Capable of taking hit after hit and doing the impossible. You should really check once and twice before discarding them, or else you're gonna have big trouble when they come back. Real big trouble.

The symbolism surrounding them presents them as wild and original, unstoppable. Brawlers, smashers, crushers— they punch hard. And fast. Outdated and capable of little, but just enough. If anything, they are either your last hope or the ones who protect and guide the real last hope (in this case, Mako and Barnaby).

No details scapes them when they want to pay attention. They can read body language and social situations like no one else. And they meddle in, you can bet on that. Impossible to make them shut up if they have something to say.

I want to explore these all on the Pacific Rim au I'm writing for Tiger and Bunny, these and many other things that without a doubt I'll come to realize while writing. But for now, this long ass explanation would have to do. I hope you enjoy it and if you have anything to add or point out, don't doubt hitting my asks or comment.

I'd love to talk more about this!

#tiger & bunny #tiger and bunny #t&b #tnb #kotetsu t. kaburagi #kotetsu kaburagi #kotetsu t kaburagi #raleigh becket #Pacific Rim #Tnb pacific Rim au #T&b pacific Rim au #Tiger and bunny pacific Rim au #Tiger & Bunny pacific Rim au #Tnb parallels #T&b parallels #Tiger and bunny parallels #Tiger & Bunny parallels

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themasksephinywears · 1 year

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Isabella “Izzy” Diaz

Name: Isabella "Izzy" Diaz Gender/Pronouns: Female; She/Her Age: 40 Birthday: February 5th Nationality: American Birthplace: Miami, Florida Current Residence: Tampa, Florida Occupation: Receptionist at Over the Rainbow Air Tours Height: 5 ft. 6 in. Sexuality: Bisexual Fandom: Triple Frontier FC: Cote de Pablo

Brief Background: Izzy was born ten minutes after her twin brother, Mateo. They are the only children of Hector Caesar Lunez Diaz and Caroline "Carol" Diaz; their father was Mexican, and their mother was American.

She grew up in a very close, tightknit family, which had its advantages and disadvantages. Especially with Mateo. The two were joined at the hips when they were children, but starting their sophomore year in high school, the two developed separate friend groups. It momentarily put a strain on their relationship as Izzy wanted to find her own identity and felt almost suffocated by her family.

After graduating, Isabella had some difficulty finding some direction in her life. She did not know what she wanted out of life, what she wanted to do, only what she did not want to do. For awhile, she worked as a go-go dancer for a couple of clubs in downtown Miami.

When she was twenty-five, her grandmother grew sick, so her parents moved from their home in Miami up to Tampa, with Mateo following after finishing his military contract with the Marines. Tired of dealing with drunks, she moved in with her brother and worked as a receptionist at Uncle Luis’ car maintenance shop.

A month after her thirtieth birthday, Izzy was in a terrible car accident when a driver ran a red light; she nearly lost her life in the accident and had a long recovery, but she got through it. One of Mateo’s military buddies visited and stayed with the twins for a couple of weeks, starting up a new business- helicopter tours. She initially was going to work there for a couple of months while they interviewed other candidates for the office receptionist, but they hit it off really well, and she has been working there ever since.

Personality: Very practical, values usefulness and comfort over glamour, blunt and honest but not cruel, not afraid to speak her mind, very involved with her family but independent.

Likes: Dancing, Rock music, Boxing, Caramel, Singing along with the radio, Spending time with her family- having cookouts or watching sports, Honesty, Strawberries.

Dislikes: Snakes, Alligators, Moonshine, Liars, Baseball, Coconut, High heels, Country music, Pumpkin unless it’s her grandmother’s pumpkin flower soup.

Random Headcanons: - She graduated from high school but never attended college. - Her favorite drink is a tequila sunrise. - She has a fear of snakes and gators. She refuses to visit swamps or wetlands. - Her Uncle Luis taught her how to box. - She is a terrible cook. If it were possible to burn water, she would. - She has a phoenix tattoo on her left hip; she got it after the bad car crash. - She worked as a "go-go" dancer for a bar and at her uncle's mechanic shop before getting her current job. - She is very competitive against her twin; Mateo loves to bring up every time the two argue or are competing against each other. - She prefers being called “Izzy” but never “Bella”. That is a good way to piss her off.

[Other established verses below cut]

PACIFIC RIM VERSE

Izzy is a technician working at the Shatterdome, makes sure the jaegers are in perfect working order. She is a bit protective over the jaegers, feeling it is her craft and does not take kindly when pilots get them damaged. Her twin Mateo works security at the K-Science Lab.

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jeanne-de-valois · 3 years

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If it's not too late to give prompts... PacificRimAU!Supernatural!

YOU UNLOCKED SOMETHING MAGICAL FOR ME, I LOVE PACIFIC RIM

So Dean Winchester (son of John, now-deceased Ace Pilot in the Jaeger Program) was once drift compatible with his brother Sam until the incident that left him scarred and unable to connect with anyone. Sam recovered and found a new partner (for me, this is Ruby) to drift with, and is now the team’s best pilot. Dean is now a mechanic at the compound.

Castiel works in Research and Development but he’s got a secret- he’s the product of a very unethical science experiment by Dr. James Novak. In order to understand the Kaiju better he attempted to meld with one, but an accident killed Jimmy and left the Kaiju trapped in his body. The R&D team, Kevin and Charlie, do their best to hide his secret under the guise that Jimmy underwent some dramatic midlife crisis.

Something something happens I’m sure and Cas and Dean discover that despite being a Kaiju trapped in a human body and a damaged ex-pilot, they are in fact profoundly bonded and drift compatible. Also Benny works in the commissary and Garth is the second-best pilot at the station, because he’s so friendly he can drift with practically anyone.

Someone please steal this idea from me and write it, prose writing takes forever for me and I don’t care how, I want it now

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haledamage · 3 years

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Coming Home

I'm a day late because this thing got much bigger than I expected, but better late than never! This is for @shepherds-of-haven Shepherds Summer 2021! The prompt was Pacific Rim AU!

Some of the backstory stuff is from this post here. Some is just pushing ShoH canon slightly to the left so it fits better in a Pacific Rim setting. Some is the result of reading ShoH and watching PacRim at the same time and then taking a nap to see what seeds got planted. There will be a part 2 to this because I had to split it up in order to finish it on time and then I was late anyway.

Shepherds of Haven/Pacific Rim AU. Iorwen Emroth/Blade Bronwyn (well, hints of it. more in part 2)

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The Haven Shatterdome looked very small from overhead. Iorwen watched it loom closer with a trepidation somewhere between “being late for an important exam” and “being read her last rites.”

It had been just over two years since she’d last been this close to a Jaeger, half a world away and in a different life, but all the Shatterdomes looked the same after a while. Steel and glass and everything painted in olive drab, black, and safety yellow.

Part of her felt like it was too soon to walk into those hangar doors again, the empty space at her side where her partner used to be still a raw, open wound. She couldn’t even think xer name yet without feeling like she couldn’t breathe. Returning to work felt like a betrayal of xer memory.

Another part of her, louder with every passing minute, was just so happy to be home again.

"Wen!"

Iorwen had barely stepped out of the helicopter when she heard her name called and turned to see Red jogging toward her. He looked more tired than she remembered him, but his smile was as bright as ever, his hair vivid against their otherwise drab surroundings. She’d known he was here - he’d transferred to Haven shortly after she left Capra - but hearing it and actually seeing him were two very different things.

She dropped her bag carelessly to the tarmac and ran to meet him halfway, throwing herself at him as soon as he was close enough to wrap her arms around his neck. He hugged her back without hesitation. They were making a Hel of a scene in the middle of the landing pad, but neither of them really cared.

"I knew you'd come back," he mumbled into her hair.

"Had to." She finally pulled away, stepping back just enough that she could see him. "You can barely tie your shoes without me, Liefred."

He only laughed before leaving her side just long enough to grab her bag. He slung an arm around her shoulders as he rejoined her, dragging her towards the hangar. "Welcome home."

She stared up at the Shatterdome, hangar doors towering over them. It didn't look nearly as welcoming as Red seemed to think it should, and was much more intimidating than it had been from the air. It still smelled like blood and motor oil - or maybe it was her memory that did.

She tried to put on her best smile anyway, for his sake if not her own, and let him drag her inside.

They stepped into a hive of activity, the sounds of machinery and voices echoing off the walls, laughter and shouting and clanging metal rising up to greet them. She tried to stop and take it in, but Red was still dragging her along with him out of the main hangar and into a labyrinth of hallways; she probably could have escaped him if she tried, but she didn’t really want to.

“Have you met the Marshal yet?” he asked, once they were in a quiet enough place that he didn’t have to yell to be heard.

“Not yet. Mostly talked to his second so far.” Trouble Alder had, in fact, shown up out of the blue one day three months ago, sitting on her front porch with a stick of charch between his lips and looking completely at home. He’d revisited her every day for a month until he’d finally worn her down enough to convince her to come home. Stubborn bastard. “What's he like?”

“Intense,” Red answered almost immediately. “Most of the younger crew are terrified of him. He doesn't like me.”

Iorwen scoffed. “Bullshit. You’re the most exceptionally likeable person I’ve ever met. Everyone likes you.”

“He doesn't.”

They stopped in front of a door in what was probably the barracks, the walls lined with identical doors on either side. Sure enough, there was a simple bed, a dresser, and not much else inside. Iorwen didn’t mind; she didn’t need much else.

Once she’d dropped off her bag and they started down the next hallway, Red continued, “I don't know if he likes anyone. He barely says two words to anyone but Trouble.”

She was still skeptical, but didn’t push. “Well, he must be doing something right. Look at this place. Capra barely had a skeleton crew compared to this.”

“It’s amazing!” Just like that, Red lit up again. “Some of Blest’s best and brightest are here. Pilots, mechanics, scientists, strategists, you name it.”

“And which of those are you? All of the above?”

“Mostly scientist, I think,” Red rubbed a sheepish hand over his hair. “There’s better pilots. Pan, Neon, and I serve better in the lab than on the field most of the time.” He paused, watching her cautiously, before adding carefully, “And… which will you be?”

“I’ll be working in the clinic,” she said quickly. “As a Healer. I’m not… ready to be around Jaegers again. I might never be.”

“I understand,” he assured her, reaching out to put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “We all do.”

They fell silent after that, and stayed that way until they stopped in front of a door labelled Administration. “This is Shery’s office. She’ll get you all set up.”

“Thanks, Red.”

“Anytime.” With one final quick hug, he turned to leave, only to stop halfway down the hall. “Oh, and Wen?”

“Hmm?”

“Welcome to the Shepherds.”

---

It was two weeks before Iorwen finally met the Marshal, and it happened entirely by accident.

She had just finished a shift in the clinic, patching up minor burns and bruises on unlucky mechanics and restless pilots. The silence between Kaiju attacks left everyone on edge, and that led to carelessness, which inevitably meant stupid injuries. She didn’t mind. All things considered, she’d rather have the silence.

As she turned a corner, she noticed a light was on in the training room, and curiosity led her there without much input on her part.

She recognized the man in the room easily enough. Even if they’d never spoken directly, she’d seen him around enough to know who he was. He commanded the attention of a room like no one she’d ever met before. He was hard to look away from, even here, out of uniform and either unaware or uncaring of her presence.

Magnetic. That’s what he was.

He was also much younger than she expected for a Marshal. He was close to her own age, or at least she assumed he was. She wondered about the story there - obviously there must be one - but knew better than to ask the rumor mill. Gossip was like dust: inevitable, everywhere, and harder to see through the more you stirred it up.

The Marshal’s back stiffened, and Iorwen knew she’d been caught staring even before he glanced over his shoulder in her direction. She stepped into the room as casually as possible. “Hello, Marshal.”

He simply nodded, dark eyes unreadable. “Ranger.” She bit her lip to stop herself from correcting him. “Emroth, right?”

“Yes, sir.” She approached until she could finally see his face. “Iorwen.”

Another nod. “Blade.” She thought he would leave it there, but after a moment, he spoke again. “Antiqua speaks highly of you.”

“Of course he does. He's biased.” She laughed, rolling her eyes at the idea that Red was going around extolling her virtues to anyone who would listen. When the Marshal - Blade, she mentally corrected herself - gave her a look that she interpreted as curiosity, she elaborated. “We trained together as cadets. He was my first Drift partner actually.”

“But you never piloted together?”

“No. It…” Iorwen broke eye contact, the floor suddenly fascinating. “It didn't work out that way.”

“It's not too late,” he said, almost softly.

“Yes it is. I'm not a Ranger anymore. Not after…” Xer name got stuck in her throat, like it always did. She took a couple of deep breaths until she could comfortably breathe around it again, but her smile was still sad. “I'm happier on the ground. I'm a good Healer. It's where I should be.”

She could feel Blade’s eyes on her, but she didn’t look back up to meet them. Eventually, all he said was, “I see.”

He turned his back on her again and it didn’t take long before her gaze was drawn to him again. He was wearing a tank top, like most people did when they came here to train or spar, and standing this close she could clearly see the web of electrical scarring trailing over his arm and shoulder.

She knew those scars well. The scars of someone forced to solo pilot a Jaeger. She should know, she had a matching set.

Blade did an admirable job of pretending he didn’t know he was being observed, but he moved too carefully for it to look entirely casual. Or maybe he just always moved like that. He picked up a bo staff and tested the weight of it.

Iorwen took the opportunity that presented without thought or hesitation. “Looking for a dance partner?”

The briefest flash of surprise crossed his face before his expression smoothed back out. “Are you… sure?” he asked carefully. If she didn’t know better, she might say he almost sounded nervous.

She found it charming. She found him charming, with his not-quite-smile and his cool confidence, this magnetic man who could simultaneously terrify the cadets while inspiring absolute loyalty in them.

But she didn’t tell him that, of course. She just grabbed a staff of her own and grinned as she lifted it in a fencing salute. “On your guard, Marshal.”

---

After that first night, it became a regular thing. Not every day, not even on a set schedule. But sometimes after she was done in the clinic or in the garage, Iorwen would stop by the training room, and sometimes when she did, Blade would already be there. Not waiting for her, not exactly, but never surprised when she arrived.

He never really said much, but she didn't mind talking for the both of them. She could tell he was warming up to her, as the weeks passed; his silence felt much less formal and stiff and more cordial. Eventually, even friendly.

Two things were apparent from the very beginning, though. Well, three things. The first was that Blade, as a fighter, was completely out of her league. She never stopped by with any expectation of beating him; she was content to follow his lead. It was nice to be active again, to feel the familiar burn in muscles left dormant in her self-imposed retirement.

The second was that they were extremely drift compatible. While Iorwen could never beat him, she could consistently predict him. They could both be blindfolded and still know what move the other would make. There was an effortlessness to the way they understood each other that bordered on the supernatural. It was a kind of connection that she hadn’t felt since Zori had been killed.

The third thing was that neither of them were willing, in any way, shape, or form, to admit the second thing.

It was barely a week before Red found out.

He flopped down on the bench next to her in the cafeteria. “I brought those papers you were looking for to your room last night, but you weren’t there.” He didn’t say it as an accusation, but it still managed to feel like one.

“I spent a couple hours in the training room,” she said as casually as possible. “Trying to get back in shape.”

Red blinked a few times, letting that sink in, before smiling wide. “That’s really good. Let me know if you ever need a sparring partner.”

“I kind of… have one?”

“You do?” His smile went from friendly to devious, the look of a man who had four sisters and was willing to tease her as if she was a fifth. “Who?”

Before she could stop herself, she looked across the room at Blade. He sat at a table with Trouble, whose laughter was loud enough to reach them even from the other side of the busy cafeteria. The Marshal’s face remained impassive, looking like he wasn’t even listening, but Iorwen knew him well enough to tell he was amused.

As if he could feel her watching him, his eyes snapped up and locked on hers. She smiled at him; he nodded almost imperceptibly.

Red cleared his throat, and she looked away quickly, turning her attention back to the smugly amused grin of her best friend. “Well, I guess maybe it’s not everyone he doesn’t like.”

“Guess it’s just you.” She nudged his shoulder and he rubbed at it as if she’d hurt him. “He’s not as bad as you made him out to be.” She couldn’t stand his knowing look anymore and turned away, but doing so led her eyes right back to Blade. “He's nicer than he looks. And surprisingly funny. He doesn't treat me like I'm fragile. Like I'll break if someone talks about… Zori.”

Mentioning her former Drift partner and copilot didn’t hurt as much as she expected it to this time. Less like twisting a knife in her heart and more like being poked in a fresh bruise.

Mentioning xer also stopped whatever comment Red had been about to make right in its tracks. He studied her with obvious curiosity, mouth still half-open in surprise. Whatever he saw on her face had him leaning forward and tapping his forehead against hers, a quick gesture of affection and understanding. She leaned into it until he pulled away.

And then his teasing smile was back as if it had never left. “Plus, he's handsome.”

She eyed him warily, but let him have the subject change. “That too.” She picked up a piece of fruit from her plate and popped it into her mouth. “Please don’t say anything about this to Pan or Neon.”

“Scout’s honor.”

“I mean it, Red. Not a word.”

---

“So I hear you and the Marshal have a thing.”

Iorwen sighed from the very depths of her soul. “I hope Red knows how very dead he’s about to be.”

Panrachus looked legitimately confused at her response. “What? I didn’t hear that from Red, I heard it from Caine.” Then he gasped, eyes widening with sudden, delighted recognition. “What does Red know?”

She only barely bit back a groan. “Why are you even here?”

“Right! We’ve got something you oughta come see.”

She followed him, with more than a little trepidation, out of the clinic, through the office labyrinth, and out into the hangar. It took her a few minutes to get her bearings and realize where exactly they were going. “Why are we going to the Jaeger bays?” He didn’t answer. “Pan?”

Then they turned the corner, and she had her answer.

Looming over her was a Jaeger unlike any she’d seen before. It looked almost lanky, the proportions lean and sleek instead of the more familiar bulky designs. It would be unbelievably fast with the right pilots; she could tell that just from looking at it. From the top of each wrist, a wicked-looking blade extended over the hand, almost long enough to drag the ground. It was painted black, navy, and silver, but its eyes glowed bright blue.

From the ground, it almost looked like iladrin. Like the same blue light that lit Iorwen’s own eyes.

“What’s her name?” she whispered, unable to tear her eyes away from the Jaeger.

“Stellar Enigma.”

“Who’s piloting her?”

“You are.”

She jumped at the unexpected voice behind her and turned to see Blade, Red, and Trouble approaching, along with an entourage of what looked to be equal parts Shatterdome leadership, actual engineers, and nosy onlookers.

“You are,” Blade said again, quieter, softer, “Ranger.”

“Blade, I--” Iorwen started, but she wasn’t sure what she actually intended to say.

He reached up and lightly pinched her cheek, a faint smile on his lips. “You’ll be alright.”

Before she could reply, Trouble gently but pointedly cleared his throat, reminding her of their audience. She glared his way, just for a second; he grinned back, unabashed and unrepentant.

“Who’s my copilot? Sir.” She added the last as an afterthought, trying to act some semblance of professional.

“I get the feeling you already have someone in mind.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Bit early to be reading my thoughts, isn’t it, Marshal?”

---

Iorwen’s suit didn’t fit as well as she remembered. Tight around the shoulders, too loose at the waist. Like it was meant for someone else, no matter how many things tried to tell her otherwise.

Blade’s fit him like a second skin. He looked like a Jaeger cockpit was where he was always meant to be. Like it was the rest of the world that didn’t fit him right instead.

She met his inscrutable gaze before ‘admiring’ could cross the line to ‘ogling’. “You look good.”

He paused for a long time, staring back at her in silence, before finally clearing his throat. “You too.”

She grinned, both at the compliment and at the sight of the Marshal so off-balance, but she took pity on him and changed the subject. “Do you want the left or right?”

“Right.”

“Good. I prefer left.”

They didn’t speak anymore as they connected to their harnesses and their suits started interfacing with the Jaeger, the computerized voice talking them through system checks. It took longer than Iorwen remembered, but it had been a long time since she last Drifted with anyone, let alone with someone new.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked, once their helmets were in place and they’d run out of checks to do. “I’m not--”

“Yes,” he interrupted sharply. “You’re ready. We both are.”

There were a lot of things she wanted to say. To thank him, mostly, for a list of things that seemed to be growing bigger by the hour. She kept quiet; he’d hear it in her thoughts soon enough.

“Initiating neural handshake in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… neural interface drift initiated.”

Between one breath and the next, she was somewhere else. Images flowed over her, some familiar, some new. She did her best to let them pass, to not cling too hard to any of them.

The destruction of Drummond's Point, the first attack the day the Kaiju came. Iorwen, dragging Zori's unconscious body out of town as fast as thirteen-year-old legs could carry her. Blade, stern and silent even as a child, a soldier from the day he was born. Zori, tears at the corners of xer eyes as xe laughs at a joke Pan told, Red and Neon joining in, the three of them always together even then. Blade's older brother, startlingly similar to him in appearance and demeanor, the two of them either sparring or fighting; for them, there had never been much difference.

Zori's scream as xe's ripped out of the cockpit. Gladius didn't make a sound as he met the same fate.

Iorwen's grief washed up against Blade's, soothing in it's familiarity. A gentle reminder that they weren't alone anymore, that thanks to the Drift they'd never be entirely alone again.

She saw him in her memory of their first meeting. Stern, aloof, but warm underneath, like a fire behind frosted glass. Captivating her before he even so much as looked at her.

And then herself through his eyes at that same introduction. Sad, withdrawn, but still burning bright. The embodiment of stubborn hope, like a flower blooming in a snowy field.

And then they broke through the surface, both gasping as they came up for air. Below them, Stellar Enigma came to life. The rush of memories and emotions settled into the background, present but no longer demanding attention.

“Pilot connection stabilized.” It wasn’t the computer’s voice this time, but Shery over the intercom. “How do you feel?”

Moving as one, Blade and Iorwen lifted their hands, right fist resting on left palm, and bowed. Stellar Enigma did the same, moving as smoothly as her pilots did. Iorwen couldn’t tell which of them the wave of elation came from, but it burst out of her in a laugh.

“It feels like coming home.”

#rhi writes #iorwen emroth #iorwen/blade #shepherds of haven #shepherds summer 2021 #part 2 will finally get to a kaiju battle #and also will have some actual romance instead of just hints of romantic tension lol #(will probably also have a small cameo from miss elyana trick and whiplash gunsmoke because why not)#and yes I borrowed a few lines from shoh (especially the dancing and 'trying on fancy clothes' scenes)#because they seemed appropriate and also because it was fun

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scaredysap · 3 years

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The (extensive) MDZS Pacific Rim AU - Pt 1/?

First things first, for those who may not know: What is Pacific Rim? From Wikipedia: “The film is set in the future, when Earth is at war with the Kaiju, colossal sea monsters which have emerged from an interdimensional portal on the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. To combat the monsters, humanity unites to create the Jaegers, gigantic humanoid mechas, each controlled by two co-pilots whose minds are joined by a mental link.” ← this is called ‘drifting’ and it requires the pilots to be perfectly in sync with each other, on the same wavelength (be it romantic, platonic or out of being family, anything goes; it’s the power of human unity)

The Jaegers are stored and launched from giant military compounds called the Shatterdomes, which house living quarters, labs to study Kaiju Science, training grounds and much more.

The kaiju themselves are extremely deadly and unpredictable, seeming to have no correlation in how they look like /one might have wings, the other might have tentacles, you never know).

The kaiju invasion has been going for a long time, starting in 2015 and ending (in the movie) in 2026. It is a war of endurance and humanity’s resources are running low. Thus some have decided to redirect funds from the Jaeger program to the construction of an Anti-Kaiju Wall along the Pacific coasts to protect the in-land settlements.

That said, let’s go into an overview of all the major characters into this AU

GUSU LAN

Lan Qiren: Marshall of the Shatterdome, directs the whole operation with a tight grip and strict rules.

Lan Xichen: renowned pilot, partnered first with Lan Wangji and then Nie Mingjue; candidate for the position of Marshall.

Lan Wangji: renowned pilot, partnered with Lan Xichen (and eventually Wei Wuxian); had to be demoted for a time due to acting against PPDC orders, acted as training instructor instead.

Lan Sizhui: pilot trainee, has a knack for K-Science.

Lan Jingyi: pilot trainee, looking to be partnered with Lan Sizhui.

YUNMENG JIANG

Jiang Fengmian: head of Jaeger deployment and transportation; he coordinates with Mission Control to organise the fleet of transport vehicles.

Yu Ziyuan: teacher at the Jaeger Academy, with a focus on physical training; known for her harsh and relentless method, she is harsh in the choice of who makes it past the first cut.

Jiang Yanli: HR/Ambassador between the Shatterdomes and the Anti-Kaiju Wall, she’s a diplomatic genius.

Wei Wuxian: Jaeger Technician and mechanic, partly responsible for the switch from nuclear-powered to digital Jaegers (Mark-3 to Mark-4); he started a study on how to bring the raw power of the nuclear core into the new models.

Jiang Cheng: started out as a helicopter pilot to deploy Jaegers, later became training instructor, stationed at the Shatterdome to keep every soldier in top shape.

LANLING JIN

Jin Guangshan: CEO of a world-class construction company, one of the main investors in the Anti-Kaiju Wall project.

Jin Zixuan: son and soon to be heir of the Jin company; notably confident in the viability of the Wall project as a better alternative to the costly Jaeger program.

Jin Guangyao: JGS’s illegitimate son, started as a Jaeger technician, moved into communications; he eventually got recognised as part of the Jin family and joined the company as his father’s assistant.

Mo Xuanyu: another illegitimate son, he lived most of his life in the Shatterdome and picked up bits of J-Tech and K-Science knowledge; he got claimed by JGS but eventually he was driven out again due to a scandal, returning to the Shatterdome.

Jin Ling: started out as a pilot trainee but just was not suited to it; he moved to the Jaeger Tech program and found his calling there; also a skilled helicopter pilot.

QINGHE NIE

Nie Mingjue: legendary Jaeger pilot (active 2015-2021), originally partnered with Nie Zonghui, then with Lan Xichen; known for being the only pilot to ever get a kaiju kill on his own after NZH was killed in action.

Nie Zonghui: renowned pilot, able to operate two Jaeger arms at once, giving his and NMJ’s Jaeger three upper limbs; cousin to NMJ and NHS. Killed in action (2019)

Nie Huaisang: Shatterdome technician, specifically in the LOCCENT Mission Control, essentially providing communication and data about kaiju attacks between the Shatterdome and the active Jaegers.

QISHAN WEN

Wen Ruohan: K-Science expert, specializes in biology and chemistry; secret head of the market smuggling kaiju parts.

Wen Qing: renowned doctor in many fields, ranging from medical to K-Science (cryptozoologist); the latter got her into the Shatterdome as head of the research department, despite preferring to work in the medical field.

Wen Ning: joined WQ in the Shatterdome, most often works as a Hazmat Officer to neutralize the toxicity of kaiju blood; he also has decent knowledge about other types of long-term threats to humans, such as radiation.

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yoditorian · 3 years

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I have Many questions about all of drift and i know this ignores din but i simply need to know more about mech and peli please 👀

peli is the goat anyway but drift!peli?????

she didn’t want you on her mech team initially

she’ll deny it now but she was honestly Not Thrilled at the idea of taking on a mechanic without the qualifications the rest of the team had

your experience up until that point was vehicle maintenance, which is a little bit more than a leap and a bound away from jaeger engineering

but she had orders and those orders included being your boss

and you were eager and ready and far more knowledgeable about the mechanics than she thought you would be

doesn’t mean she didn’t push you to your wits end, far more than she did anyone else

because, not that she tells a lot of people, but she never went to school for rig mechanics either. so she knows that not only do you have the stomach and the drive for it, but you have something to prove

peli is the reason you’re as good as you are at what you do. she’d kick your ass if you weren’t at least as talented as she is after all the work she put in to train you

that’s why she nominates you for the team leader position when she gets wind of a new jaeger

you might not know it yet, but you’ve been working your whole life to get to this point

she’s never claimed to have favourites but there’s not a single other mech on her team that she’d rather have rebuild a rig from the ground up besides you

she was never going to tell you that she’s the one who got you promoted, that she’d have fought the other coordinators with her bare hands if it meant you got the spot (she didn’t have to, words were enough)

but when you’re sitting in the mess hall, twiddling the same egg noodle around your fork for ten minutes and wondering if you really can do this

“I wouldn’t have put you up for it if I didn’t think you had it in you.”

and that’s all the motivation you need to crack open a toolbox and start gutting the Razor Crest

series masterlist

lets talk about drift baby

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#this all just fell out of my brain in like 5 minutes wow #i love peli okay #drift #pacific rim au #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #liz does words #from liz #drift asks #sfw

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stilemawillow · 4 years

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A Poem for the Wrong Person [Levi | Reader | Eren]

a poem for the: i - wrong person; ii - right person

You sighed through your nose and made your way through the halls, quietly mumbling rhymes in a weak attempt to find the perfect one for the end of your kinda-poem thingy. You'd been working on it for two days now and your mind couldn't be elsewhere but inside the pages of your old notebook, between the lines, sneaking round the small letters and avoiding the smudges from the numerous times something had been erased.

Saying it was an actual poem would be an insult to poetry - you started it only to make the rhymes go from your mind so that your frustration would hopefully go with them. You decided if you wrote them down, they'd stop pestering you, along with the thoughts of the person who got them there in the first place.

"Kiss, miss, bliss, this... Ugh." Your eyes were bouncing around the hallway as you paced toward your room - ground, windows, the blinding sun, the training grounds outside; you had to finish the kinda-poem fast in order to finally find some peace of mind. "More, before, shore, sore, core... Oof." Another sigh left your lips. This wasn't working out, but you couldn't get angry - you weren't a writer, rather a simple teenager with a hopeless crush and peculiar coping mechanisms.

You turned the corner, about to run into someone before they swivelled and made you trip into them instead. You'd hit the floor without having the time to realise you were even falling, then Squad Leader Hanji's face showed in your vision. She clearly recognised you, judging by the following hasty apologies as she helped you off the ground.

"(Y/N) (L/N)?" She inquired, making you nod, having bit into the inside of your cheek in mild shame. You hadn't a superior to notice you, much less remember your whole name. "What are you doing here? Isn't it lunchtime?" Her next question drew a sigh from your lips.

"I had... something to do, Squad Leader. I apologise for almost bumping into you." You bowed your head, making her wave a dismissive hand with a chuckle.

"Not your fault, cadet. I know the feeling of being in a rush. And please, just Hanji is fine. Now that we've officially met, I can't let you call me Squad Leader anymore." Her smile was amiable, with the slightest of soothing effects.

"Thank you for the understanding, Squad L--- Hanji."

"No problem, (Y/N). Now go ahead and continue your urgent business." She shooed you off before you could say anything else, but just as you turned the corner anew, an actual collision occurred. Your nose hit somebody's chin and you voiced a weak 'oof' as the person clicked their tongue and briefly grasped your upper arms. You almost jumped back but they didn't let you go. "Hey, Levi. How long have you and Eren been there?" Hanji's comment made you cringe inwardly.

Warily looking up, you met the cold glare of mentioned Lance Corporal. You bit your bottom lip in embarrassment, noticing his eyes changing direction to observe the gesture. Your own orbs quickly skimmed his nonchalant face before straying to the person by his side.

"Watch where you go, cadet." The Lance Corporal's words were cold, fingers still digging into the leather jacket on your shoulders. Your attention was no longer on him, though. Meeting Eren Jaeger's emerald gaze had your whole face heating up in a second. You blinked a few times, as if transfixed, before breaking eye contact as the brunet gave you a small smile. You stepped back once having realised the Corporal had let go of you, warm on the inside.

"I sincerely apologise, Lance Corporal, I promise it won't happen again." You bowed your head, refusing to meet either male's gaze. The raven only clicked his tongue.

"Now, now, (Y/N), I was the one at fault." Hanji piped over your shoulder.

"No, Squad Leader Hanji, I wasn't watching where I walk, Lance Corporal was completely right. I apologise again. If you'll excuse me." You glanced up at Eren's reassuring smile, then bit your lip again and quickly ran off down the hallway.

Turning the corner, you breathed out in relief, feeling your heart beat frantically due to all the embarrassment. You ran to your dorm, collapsing on the bed and fishing your notebook from under the hard mattress. The last line had been there all along, but, as it seemed, the random encounter with your superiors had brought it into the light.

You scribbled on the pages, finishing the kinda-poem with a relieved sigh. You closed your eyes and the image of him appeared on the back of your lids. You bit the inside of your cheek to suppress a grin, eyes pinned to the ceiling as your hands laid the notebook next to you. Maybe now that your pitiful attempt at a poem was done, you could burn it or feed it to a stray dog so that it no longer haunted you. Either way, that could way since you were sleepy right now.

Your cheeks were beat-red, hands desperately reaching for your notebook as the females held you and the third one read:

"Exactly how far do we need to be so we don't meet gazes? What should we put inbetween so we don't stare at each other's faces? Would we still joke around and talk so much, if we told each other we longed for the other's touch?"

"My God, did you write this for your crush?" Miranda's merciless voice mocked as you cringed in discomfort from your place in the corner. The hands on your shoulders squeezed warningly, telling you not to move. "Answer, freak." There was a choir of giggles, then you received a nudge to your stomach from Monica when you wouldn't speak so you just nodded your head.

"Please, give it back, Miranda." You begged, but the blond wouldn't listen.

"Why should I? I love poetry, so I think I should read it all. Out loud." You'd sneer at her voice under normal circumstances, but this wasn't them. You could do nothing to stop her from resuming whence she left off, not when you were elbowed and pushed back against the wall by Monica at the smallest movement forward.

"Would we think we were wrong that we shared where we thought we belonged? Would you mind if I wrote you a rhyme or would it take too much of your time?

Would it be okay if you smiled just once more? Would it be okay to watch you like I did before? Would you mind if I told you how much I love your smile? And would it be okay to share how it makes me happy for a while?

When you call my name I immediately blush, I'm afraid people notice how I need you so much. You make me smile when I want to cry, make me live when I want to die.

You've made me smile when I've wanted to frown, since day one you've turned my life upside down. And I need you more than you can believe, love you more than you can ever conceive.

Please let me steal some of your time, to tell you this small two-line rhyme,

Of how there's nothing else I'd rather do than spend my whole life loving just and only you."

"Sweet, wasn't it, girls?" Miranda laughed and you could feel the tears sting at the corners of your eyes. "Our freak is in love!" All three cackled, Maria and Monica let go of you and Miranda gave a wicked smile whilst crumpling the paper and tossing it at you. "You better get yourself a pillow and go outside tonight, freak. We'd rather not get your lovesick hormones all over the place."

Maria tossed you a pillow and Monica - a pencil. "Better change the ending to something that would actually suit you, freak." You were thrown out of the room and the door was slammed in your face. You knew you'd get a beating if you attempted to go back inside and if you fought back it wouldn't matter because they'd be the victims and you'd be reported.

You got up from the ground and headed for the staircase with the pillow under your arm and the pencil and crumpled paper clutched by your twitchy fingers. You'd have to spend yet another night inside the cleaning supplies closet. Arriving at its door, you grabbed the knob and tried to open it, except it wouldn't budge. Furrowed brows and pillow falling to the ground, you pulled on the knob with both hands to no avail - it wouldn't even creak in protest.

You slumped against the door, hugging the pillow close to your chest and getting angry at the paper in your hold. Maybe Monica was right - maybe you had to change the ending. You gripped the pencil and furiously crossed out the last two lines, harsh sound bouncing off the stone walls of the dark hallway. The moonlight was enough for you to see the words but you still preferred a candle.

A few seconds into this blinded state did you notice the dark splotches appearing on the edge of the paper. You blinked away the hot tears but they kept flowing. You slammed the paper on the ground once having finished changing the end, then reconsidered your actions and crumpled it again. Burying your tear-stained face in your pillow, you cried till you felt you could no longer breathe.

Your whimpers were clear and pathetic when the pillow's muffling effect wasn't there, echoing down the hallway and falling on the deaf ears of sleeping people. You let out a few sobs, your eyes stung and you couldn't force yourself to calm down just yet. Hugging the pillow close to your chest, you muffled your sobs with it once more.

Suddenly, there was the creak of a door and light pouring into the dark hallway. You were numb from the cold, making your head rise when you heard the footsteps of the person you'd disturbed with your pitiful crying. That person turned out to be Lance Corporal Levi Ackerman - and that realisation made your sobs get stuck at the back of your throat in fright.

His eyes inspected your form head to toes with indifference, but when his brain processed the sight before him, there appeared to be a spark of confusion. He approached your curled up form with quick steps, crouching in front of you and making you press further into the wooden door. Questions raced your mind - what would he do?

Would he leave you be with a warning? Would he punish you and if yes - how? Would he insult or console you? Would he do something when you tell him about your comrades? Would you even tell him the truth when he asked you what your reason for crying here in the middle of the night with a pillow, a pencil and a crumpled piece of paper was?

What would he actually do?

The answer to that was simple but, for you, confusing. The raven-haired man stared at you - the heavy bags under the puffy eyes, the tear stains, the crease between your brows, the worry and the fear in your orbs. He sighed and decided to do the most obvious thing - ask.

"What are you doing here at this time of the night, cadet?" The question wasn't unexpected but the voice which spoke it was. It wasn't harsh or intimidating and if you didn't know better you'd say it was curiosity hidden by a heavy layer of nonchalance. You considered an answer, biting the inside of your cheek and having nothing but the truth to say.

"I was locked out."

"Why come here?" His bonus question rendered your words vague and you were forced to be honest since lying wouldn't be beneficial.

"I usually sleep in the closet, but this time it was locked."

"So you were locked out more than once. Are your roommates the ones responsible?" Your head hung low. He wouldn't believe the 'no' but you had no idea what he'd do if you said 'yes'. Worse than that, there was no answer in the middle. So you just nodded your head 'yes', waiting for a reaction which just wouldn't come. The man was silent, then shifted so he was sitting beside you on the floor. You moved to the side with a small gasp, prompted more by shock than fear. He noticed your abrupt movement and the mild panic in your orbs but said nothing to ease your worries. "And why were you crying?" The past tense made you realise it was, in fact, correct as could be. You had stopped crying even though you were pretty sure your tears were still flowing when he'd opened the door.

"I..." Your pride was hurt? The feelings you'd been hiding for the past year had been made fun of. You were scared your secret would be made public? Or just angry that your privacy had been disrespected? "I'm just a stupid teenager, Lance Corporal." The man at your side kept quiet but you could feel his eyes tracing your features. "And as one, I fell for a boy. It was stupid, my feelings were supposed to be fleeting and look at me a year later." You met your superior's gaze with a shrug.

He was silent, giving you, however, a look which made the hairs at the nape of your neck stand up - it was somewhat calming yet electrifying. You saw his thin brow quirk as he drew his knee to his chest and made himself comfortable against the wall. He was waiting for you to say the words you hadn't known were sitting at the tip of your tongue.

"It reached the point of me getting distracted during training and even missions, so I decided to write my thoughts in the form of a poem. I finished it today, only to fall asleep and wake up to my roommate reciting it." Your eyes strayed towards him, awaiting a sign of anything - be it approval, disapproval or simply disappointment - only to find none. "I was pretty humiliated. I know my feelings were stupid, they still are, but I can't help it. When she was done, I was thrown out of the room but I didn't exactly mind since I knew I'd come here, spend the night and sneak back in the morning."

"But the door was locked." The raven added, making you nod.

"I don't know what came over me. I don't usually cry when bullied since it's not worth it." You frowned, feeling your superior staring you down as if trying to calculate what you were thinking, like he saw right through you.

"Don't try to make excuses in front of me, it's not like I actually care. You should know there are a lot of bitches and cold-hearted assholes in this world. Much like myself. So, try not to b---"

"With all due respect, sir, you're hardly a cold-hearted asshole. If you were, you would've punished me for creating a ruckus instead of sitting down and listening to my whining." You'd never spoken so casually to a superior despite using their title - it made a conflict arise in your mind.

"You've no other proof." He objected with a scowl.

"Well... no. You've saved too many lives during battle, stayed too many nights writing letters to the families of the deceased when it's not part of your duties, you even took care of that stray kitten last month. I just happened to be passing by. You try to be an asshole and I'm not saying it's not working - it is, just not for me because I'm a freak who prefers observing people to actually interacting with them." His face was indescribable as far as your vocabulary went but you could tell one thing - he was struggling to be unreadable. The crease between his brows deepened, his lips pursed and the grey in his hues turned stormy. You feared repercussion, quickly averting your gaze and patiently waiting for his reaction.

"Arguing at this point of things is useless, I must say. Your opinion is yours and it'd be a violation of your rights if I were to cuss at you for having it. I think you should be transferred and your roommates punished. I'll see what I can do about that." He muttered the last part, almost as if not meaning to say it to you but to himself. "What the hell are you smiling at, brat?" At his harsh question, you realised your mouth had curled in a soft smile despite the fretful attitude you'd displayed the same morning. Being consoled by him, surprising as it may be, wasn't that bad.

"I think I have more proof that you are, in fact, far from a cold-hearted asshole. To top it off, I even feel better." You wiped at your face and rubbed your eyes - you were getting sleepy but talking with the Corporal was... comforting in a way. Moreover, something you doubted would happen again. The raven only clicked his tongue at your words as his eyes strayed to the far end of the hallway. He sat silent and still, arms crossed loosely on his chest.

"Corporal..." A small 'hm' with a question mark at the end was the only indicator he gave of having heard you. "Could you please lend me a candle?" His gaze was back on you, only so he could watch your twitchy fingers fiddle the crumpled paper's damp edge, folding and unfolding it repeatedly as your teeth put pressure on your bottom lip.

He let out a sigh and got up, going into his office only to return less than a minute later with a burning candle in his hold. He sat down and the miniature flame told you he knew exactly why you'd requested it. Your fingers brushed against his as you took the candle and though it wasn't a particularly romantic moment and neither of you reacted, you could feel the shock passing from his fingertips to yours. You blamed it on the metal handle and forgot about it right after.

Unfolding the crumpled paper and rereading the last line, you scrunched up your nose and brought the edge closer to the candle. Right before the flame could engulf it, you froze, numb and frustrated. During the whole process, you felt your superior's eyes switching between your face and hand, then quickly scanning the words on the paper. You didn't mind that since he wouldn't be able to figure out who it was about, but the last line bothered you - and, obviously, him, too.

"Why'd you change the end?"

"The former one didn't suit me. It had to be changed, don't you think?" Was your immediate answer.

"This is just mocking yourself. It's stupid."

"So is my very existence, which is why people mock it too." You counterattacked abruptly, growing angrier as you met his gaze only to get glared at.

"If that's your logic, then surely you won't even think of confessing to this boy of yours, will you?"

"Naturally, since I can't hope for him to like me back."

"You have no way of knowing that."

"Of course I do, look at me."

"I am." Your furrowed brows twitched and you breathed out, placing the candle on your other side and laying the kinda-poem in your lap. There was integrity in his grey hues, a small flicker of determination - the small flames brought out the softness in his features. "I'm looking at you right now and I see nothing that should prevent any guy from returning your feelings for him. There's nothing wrong with you."

You were shocked, that much was clear. And, since you were also rendered speechless, it seemed like your superior had nothing else to say as well. You could object, argue, ask him why'd you get called a freak if there was nothing wrong with you, beg him for the reason as to why Eren hadn't yet come up to you confessing instead if you were full of so many things which could only be liked. You spoke none of it, watching him stand and return to his office. Looking at the paper in your lap, your teeth started gnawing on your lip as you read the last lines over and over again.

"But in the end, I'm simply a freak with a hopeless crush, aren't I? Why not just cut my veins already and bleed out until I die?"

You yawned and kept staring, almost missing the footsteps when they appeared and with them, the raven-haired man throwing a blanket at your head and forcing you to snort and glare once your vision no longer had the fabric in its way.

"I'd let you sleep in my bed since I'll be doing paperwork all night but the morning will be troublesome, so this will have to do. I'll kick you awake at one point so you can go back to your dorm. Or when it's already time for training. Who knows?" He picked up the candle with a shrug. "You obviously don't need this." Voiced his declaration as he left you in the hallway to pout. Glaring at your surprised face when he came back once more, he barked: "Why aren't you sleeping yet? Lie on the fucking pillow and get to it. I don't have the whole night be playing an angel guardian." His rash commands didn't sound caring but they obviously were, which was exactly why you obliged. Except, falling asleep next to him, on the considerably colder floor outside the closet at that, proved a bit harder than expected. "Jesus shit, can't you find your fucking place?"

"As a matter of fact, I cannot." You hissed back at his annoyed timbre, sitting up with your back next to him as he gave a heavy sigh. There was tension, then his arm pulled you from the back and you bumped your head on his shoulder.

"You have three minutes to fall asleep on my shoulder. If I feel you moving around, I'll just knock you unconscious." One hand on the stone floor and the other in your lap, you quietly shuffled against his shoulder, fearful of even pulling the blanket over yourself a bit better. You closed your eyes, listening for his heartbeat though you had little hope of actually hearing it. And yet, soon enough it was there, faint but steady - and surely strong. A small smile settled on your lips as you prayed to have not caused too much trouble for your superior. In spite of those worries, you still felt comfort and just a little bit of relief.

You didn't know if the locket closet was good luck or a mishap, but you chose not to dwell on it too much. Your feelings for Eren Jaeger were true but you couldn't deny Lance Corporal Levi was good company. Sometimes all it took was a wrong person saying the right thing at the right time. You knew this was such a moment but you didn't mind it - the consequences you'd deal with on your own.

For now, being locked out and having your emotions hurt landed you a nice place to sleep at and a man who could actually console you - albeit in a way most would consider weird. That was more than enough for you.

With that thought in mind, you drifted off to sleep.

Levi popped his neck, rubbed his temple and glanced at the window - the sun had begun to rise which meant it was six o'clock. Breakfast started at seven so he had time to finish his report - the sight of the papers and the thought of his sore back tore a sigh from his lungs. A glance in your direction - resting features, messy hair and drooling mouth - was all he needed to snort in affectionate disgust. Bumping his head against the closet door, he gave himself a rest and recounted his steps.

He'd gone back to his office after you'd fallen asleep but the thought of you being uncomfortable, ridden with night terrors or freezing without his knowledge bothered him to the point he ended up taking his paperwork and going back to your side, where he spent the next four hours writing his report while you mumbled in your sleep or snored softly on his shoulder. There were lots of muffled curses and incoherencies, though a certain four-letter word got his attention.

Obviously, writing a poem hadn't been enough - you also dreamed of Eren Jaeger a lot. Levi heard the emerald-eyed boy's name from your lips a few times, though he needn't as much to know you had a crush on the reckless titan-shifter. Much like yourself, the raven had a knack for observing rather than interacting - making your feelings for the brunet all the more obvious. It didn't matter to him but he felt the desperate need to bash his head into a wall every time he bore witness to the extent of Jaeger's oblivion.

Levi himself was quite ignorant when it came to females and their affection but that didn't mean he didn't notice their presence. It was just the cold-hearted asshole in him the one who cared not for them. Thinking of assholes suddenly made another thought pop in his head.

Peeling you off his shoulder and laying you on the pillow, he got up, dusted himself off and quickly made his way to the female dorms, where a fidgety blond pointed him over to your room. He kicked down the door, waking the sleeping females inside with his harsh words. They lined up and saluted, hairs a mess and drools at the sides of their mouths.

Fear switched places with confusion in their eyes when he asked which your bed was. Buckling under his authority, one of the girls gestured to the one in the corner, making Levi sigh. Of course, the 'freak' had to be given the spot furthest from the rest. Wordlessly, he went to the bed and began gathering your belongings before stuffing them into the travel backpack he pulled from under the creaky frame.

"Lance Corporal, if I may ask, why are you getting the fr--- (Y/N)'s stuff?" The squeaky voice appeared just as he'd flipped the backpack over his shoulder. He faced the blonde who'd spoken, openly glaring in disgust. There was only one place for soldiers such as these and it wasn't the army.

"Lest I've mistaken my title, I don't owe you brats any explanations. Names." He demanded, cold voice and annoyance burrowed in the crease between his brows. Not one of the three girls decided to question him further.

"Miranda Kistrop." Blonde, bold but currently shy; not that much of a leader in need then.

"Monica Schultz." Green downcast gaze, clear shame; how naive of her to be mean for the sake of reputation.

"Maria Jennery." Suddenly, a pair of hues responding to his glare; a spark of bravery, though not too much. Not as impressive either.

"Cadet (L/N) is being transferred." Levi stated simply as he walked past the females, a snort pushing at the back of his throat. Once outside the room, he heard his title, then his sleeve was being tugged on. Yanking his hand back and turning to look, he saw the Jennery girl handing him an old crappy-looking notebook with faded covers.

"It's (Y/N)'s. She'll be upset if it's not with her." She pushed the ruffled set of sewn pages in his hands, he gave a nod of appreciation and set off down the hallway without another word. He wondered what he'd find inside besides love poems about Jaeger but did so without the intention to look at all.

Once on the upper floor, he watched you sleeping soundly before heading for the end of the hallway and standing before the thick door which hadn't been opened in years. He spun the knob, the wood creaked and Levi made a note to fix the hinges. Entering, he refrained from grimacing at the dust and the webs but the smell made his nose scrunch up.

Approaching the bed, he placed your backpack on it and caused a cloud of dust which made him cough and desperately wave around as to chase it away. The old notebook left his hold, hitting the floor and opening around the middle. Levi's eyes narrowed at your handwriting.

"Dear mom and dad,

How's life in heaven? I hope you're finally having some time to rest. I'm doing okay, in fact, just recently---"

The raven averted his gaze from the words, not wishing to invade your privacy any more than he already had. He crouched, blindly closing and picking up the notebook before putting it on the nightstand by the bed and scurrying out of the room. Returning to your side, he kicked your shin, making you wake with a jump and a curse. You looked around, blinking a few times before realising you'd been kicked awake.

"Breakfast in fifteen minutes. Get your ass up and ready." His command forced you to stand, folding the blanket and taking a bit too long to realise you weren't as presentably as you wished you'd been. To fix that, you turned to the side and wiped at your mouth, rubbed your eyes and attempted to glide your fingers through your knotted hair. The actions drew a small snort and a stifled chuckle - funny how self-conscious you were now, after ugly-crying in front of him yesterday.

He thought it normal behaviour, however, of a female who wanted to look her best in front of her superiors, so he opted for waiting rather than reprimanding. You faced him with a fake cough, attempting to shake the awkwardness from your shoulders.

"Good morning, Lance Corporal." Your greeting made him snort with a shake of his head, though he still chose to respond.

"Yeah, good morning, (L/N)." You stiffened under his gaze as he spoke your surname but he paid that no attention, instead glancing at the paper on the ground and quickly putting it in his pocket. "Follow now." His command set you in motion after him down the hallway. You arrived at the last door in line and Levi made sure to answer all your questions before you could even ask them. "This is your room from now on but you're not promoted. Your belongings are in the backpack and you'll spend all of today cleaning this place on your own. Now, I don't accept questions, I want your ass cleaned up and dressed in five minutes. I'll be waiting for you in front of my office at ten to seven sharp."

Levi could see your shiver. He didn't mind since he wasn't being kind and you had to get that notion out of your head. Not caring - reasonable and indifferent. He could almost hear shitty-glasses laughing at that. He rolled his eyes, spun on his heel and exited the room, almost smirking at the panicked shuffling he heard right after as you tripped into your bed on your way to the bathroom.

Levi was leaning on his office door, showered and dressed in a clean uniform five minutes later with his hues pinned to the paper in his hold. He skimmed the poem from beginning to end, then the last two lines made him pause.

"But in the end, I'm simply a freak with a hopeless crush, aren't I? Why not just cut my veins already and bleed out until I die?"

He snorted, watching the words indifferently, then heard the opening of a door and the consequent slam, which made him fold the paper and quickly stuff it in the breast pocket of his jacket. He briefly questioned his unreasonable panic, then forgot all about it when you ran up to him.

"You're a minute late." He announced coldly as you rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. "And messy." Stepping closer to you, he ignored the widening of your eyes as his hands got to fixing your collar. Fingers lightly brushing against your neck as he withdrew, he averted his gaze from the goosebumps grazing your skin at the touch.

"I'm sorry, Lance Corporal, it won't happen again, just the faucet in the bathroom was rusty and it took me a lot of time to---"

"Stop with the excuses, (L/N). I pointed out your mistake, now the only thing I want of you is to not repeat it."

"Of course, Corporal." You nodded your head and he sighed.

"Now wait for me here. I'll be back in two minutes." Ten steps down the hallway, up to Hanji's door and bursting through it - the mad scientist woke with a start, attempting to scold Levi for startling her. Ignoring her completely with a roll of his eyes, he went straight to the point: "Remember when you said you owed me? Go wake up Jaeger and accompany him to the mess hall in my stead."

"... fine." Hanji groaned whilst picking up her glasses and snatching her uniform jacket from the back of her chair. She yawned just as Levi went to close the door behind his back and return to your side.

You welcomed him with a childish pout as he commanded you followed him to the mess hall so you could eat. Less than a minute into your silent walk, he noticed you trailed after him like a kicked puppy instead of joining his side.

"Stop walking behind me like a dog, brat." The snippy comment made you snort.

"Well, since I'm a cadet and you're my superior, it is only appr---"

"Shut up and walk next to me." He groaned in irritation as you rolled your eyes, obediently matching your pace to his nonetheless.

"Corporal, why'd you give me that room?"

"Just because."

"But that's a superior's room."

"And?" Levi turned to look at you - the determined gleam in your eyes, the crease between your brows, the fists at your sides seemed to remind him of a certain emerald-eyed titan-shifter.

"And... it's not meant for a cadet! What else do you want there to be? I don't deserve special treatment because I told you I was being bullied by my roommates! I bet many other cadets deal with that yet there's no special treatment for them, is there?"

"You should get used to the world being unfair." He huffed, stopping before the doors of the mess hall.

"This isn't about the world, sir. It's about you. I'm asking you why you did what you did." You felt intimidated but not intimidated enough as to keep your mouth shut. You wondered if this counted as talking back.

"Doesn't matter." He dodged the question, knowing very well you reminded him of the damsel in distress from the fairy tales his mother had read to him and the stupid kid in him had wanted to play the knight in shining armour. However, this was reality and you already had your Prince Charming so he wasn't needed.

"I'm not some princess who needs saving." Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts as you folded your arms across your chest and glared.

"I know you don't need saving. That's not... what I'm doing." Levi stated, pause betraying his hesitation and making you snort.

"You've been acting too much like a Prince Charming for me to believe you."

"Really?" His question was low and spiteful and his brow was cocked in mockery but your eyes only narrowed as you huffed in affirmation. "Believe what you shall, but I'm nowhere close to being a true prince."

"Maybe you should be the knight then." Your mumble was barely audible but he'd gotten used to catching all kinds of muttering - he didn't show any signs of having heard you this time, though. There was redness on your cheeks as he gave a final huff and pulled the poem from his breast pocket with a pointed look in your direction.

"I think you should hold onto this properly." The uncertainty on your face as you took the paper from his hand made his eyes narrow sympathetically. "Also, change the end back to how it was. It's an order since I think it suits you more." His voice was soft and his hand was patting the top of your head which made you look up at him in surprise. He heard you gulp, then realised he was acting out of character and it was a justified action on your side. He couldn't believe himself. He'd gotten too soft too fast, just because watching over you for the past year had made him biased. Almost too biased. "Your prince is coming along. I suggest you attempt a greeting while I go fetch myself tea." With a last pat to your head, Levi made his way into the mess hall after gesturing at the incoming Hanji and Eren. You grew red in the face, panicking internally, then deciding to follow the raven-haired male's advice.

"Good morning, Hanji. Hey, Eren." You waved with a smile and the brunet grinned right back at you while Hanji frantically waved back.

"Good morning to you, too, (Y/N)!" She exclaimed and put a casual arm around your shoulders, leading both you and Eren inside.

"Hey, (Y/N). You look happy today, what's the occasion?" Eren pushed Hanji's arm away from himself after you passed through the doors. She ran for the superiors' table as you and the titan-shifter headed for his friends.

"I realised the Lance Corporal isn't all that bad." You stated with a small smile, making Eren's face twist in mild confusion you considered dangerously cute.

"Well, maybe he is. He's done nice stuff for me even though he says he doesn't care." He hummed briefly as you walked, holding the folded kinda-poem behind your back. "Either way, I'm glad you're happy."

"Me too." You grinned at him and he chuckled. Thinking of it, maybe the former end did suit the poem better. The poem itself, however, didn't sit that well with the person it was written for. Yes, you loved Eren, but, surprisingly enough, the one who ran to your aid when you needed it most wasn't him. It wasn't the selfless and kind epitome of emotion, it was the cold-hearted asshole who just couldn't ignore a damsel in supposed distress, the wrong person who said all the right things with a gentler voice than he'd intended.

Maybe the poem had been for the wrong person all along. It would wait for you to realise that, but meanwhile, you'd have to settle for a misplaced Prince Charming and a castle free of evil step-sisters.

#levi ackerman fanfiction #LEVI ACKERMAN #levi x reader #reader insert #it's 6am #i pulled an all-nighter #my eyes hurt and this might have a ton of errors #editing is a bitch #enjoy the canonic fluff where changing the love interest too fast is too cringy and ooc

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Alright Guys, this is going to be such a mess. You have been officially warned. I have them roughly listed in the order that they are coming in but some of them might be flipped around here and there just incase you would rather toss ideas around for the ones coming sooner rather than later. These are short snippets

1. Poppy Birch - (19) 24 - Ubara Vampire

Everyone say hello to Poppy. Poppy is one of the many Birch children. Growing up she prided herself on being the apple of Mom's eye and bending over backwards to do everything to make Mom happy. It is practically an unhealthy obsession at this point. Only problem is favorite daughter got a little bright eyed and had the idea of leaving put into her head by a pretty boy who stole away her heart. WELP. Run away plan failed and is now a vampire because Mother's love. Currently obsessed with getting back into Mom's good graces, causing chaos with the sisters and judging basically everyone. She is the soft looking girl that you cannot entirely trust but its hard not to trust that smile especially when she is harmlessly humming a lullaby or telling a tale who isn't obsessed with fairy tales.

Needs: Siblings, the cute boy who yknow tried to lure her away. Friends of the girl who she murdered. People who she has turned on because of boredom and fun. She is a twisted version of Wendy so if you have any Peter Pan peep Ideas throw them this way.

2. Lennox Stone - 28 - Shifter Melanistic Jaguar

LENNNNNNNIE, is a soul who deserves better.. Like way better. Lennie was promised off to another werecat because PEDIGREE, and when she met him she threatened to neuter him but that didn’t work and was still determined to marry her. Told childhood sweetheart that she had to leave and the douche cursed her. Lennie is an angry soul rightfully so, she is full of snark and sass, and has been spoiled enough and dressed up enough to know that she can wear that pretty dress and make it work. It is what comes along with being a once respected werecat to being the side piece for a Magi who is involved with a bunch of other douche bag Magis.

Needs: Allies basically the people who she crashes on their couch after she tries to run again, drinking buddies, fancy peeps who she would know through the magi, someone who maybe tried to break the curse? Old Packmates. People to do drugs with.

3.Samael Kostas - Vampire - Dracula Wife

Samael is one of many wives of “Dracula” and by many I mean three. Samael is the oldest most domineering of the wives, which has become her downfall in some aspects. Samael has a history of visual and auditory hallucinations that have only gotten worse with age. 10/10 on the awful scale, always out for a power trip and doesn’t care who she has to stomp on to get there. Killed her husband or well thought she did because WHOOPS HES COMING BACK. All in all just is out to get some power and drag people along for the ride. Has a thing for bending people over in some sort of weird power trip so just don’t trust her okay... Just don’t.

Needs: Thralls atleast one favorite If you make her Cara D I will love you forever, people for her to feed on, allies she loves having allies, dracula husband, and one more wife

4. Bjorn Ulricksson - Old Vamp - VIKING

Oh is this another vampire.. You bet your ass it is. Meet Bjorn old as hell and from the age of the vikings and always wishes it was still like that. He is blood thirsty and has made a living out of it. Works in black market things dealing with assassinations that need to happen while also making them as awful as they need to be depending on who is paying. He is currently obsessing over a brothel worker and 10/10 has killed someone over her so yknow healthy coping mechanisms and skills.

Needs: Clients, give him some clients who he can kill people for. Old friends who have been around as long as him or maybe not as long but just they drink and hang out together now and again.

5. Aoife Jaeger - 25 - Failed Hunter

Yknow those hunter families that are awful and more or less spend more time tortuting their kids to make them good hunters as opposed to raising them with love and care. That is the story of Aoife's life. Originally hailing from Ireland and a history of hunters who have prided themselves on removing lesser beings from the face of the Earth. Somehow along the way Aoife had a conscious form or the beginning of one that is starting to make her doubt herself and her raising. Her day job as a historian has come in use to help her study the history of things and knowing the history will hopefully help her and her family end the lesser beings. She is a spinning moral compass so yknow she just needs some guidance and some ways to pull at her heart strings. Does she sometimes do some drugs to ignore the conscious that is pulling at her heart strings.. yes yes she does.

Needs: family, hunter connections, family of victims, someone who she is currently supposed to be hunting down. The supernatural she needs to fall for like give her some happiness yall.. She deserves it.

The rest of these haven’t settled in their order just yet but they are coming sooner or later.

The Collector - Vamp

He has been around for a few years, long enough to make himself a nice little collection of playthings that he “loves”. When he found his first favorite he changed her into a vamp so he could keep her forever. He moved to crow river a while back to perfect his collection and is still looking for some more pieces... AKA he is awful but loves beautiful things and will make you a beautiful thing.

The Thrall

Potentially was a hunter or someone who was obsessed with finding out about the supernatural. Was born and raised in crow river, grew up in a creepy vibe family that everyone else seemed to avoid in the town. Became obsessed with finding out some things and got in over her head.

The Dying Girl

Creator of weapons, only one time she went to go make a weapon and it backfired on her then yknow she slowly started dying. Something to do with magic is the only reason she is still currently alive. She is a basket of sass and will drag you out on every adventure just to make you feel like you are alive. Life is too short to not be living it fully and she wants to make sure everyone is. Likely from a hunter family or has done something for hunter families for over the years??? Maybe also for supernaturals if they want to take out other supers???

#arsrp #rough outlines #this is more of a ramble mess thanks to the wine #there is also a phoenix who is coming

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PACIFIC RIM / RANGER

VERSE: → feral sand gremlin // pacific rim (v.) STATUS: fandom verse, open for interaction.

verse summary.

Rey was only eight years old when Trespasser cut across the west coast & left a trail of destruction in its wake during its six day reign of terror. Her parents, working overseas, became involved with the PAN-PACIFIC DEFENSE CORPS. upon it’s inception the following year & were stationed in Hong Kong as representatives of the UK, but they were killed in 2016 when the Kaiju RECKONER attacked the city poisoning its surroundings where it fell. she was left an orphan, & taken in by a friend of her parents’ at the Shatterdome.

growing up in the Shatterdome, Rey has an affinity for the Jaegers. no matter how damaged a Jaeger comes back, she has a way of getting it back in working order faster than the other technicians in the dome -- often by pilfering parts from other mechanical bays. this has earned her a reputation as a scavenger, but the quality of her work can’t be questioned, making her one of the few technicians allowed to work on Jaegers across the entire Dome floor instead of being regionally locked.

while she worked as a technician, her actual goal was to travel to Kodiak Island, Alaska, & join the JAEGER ACADEMY as a Ranger Candidate, a goal she met on her 18th birthday. while very few who join the academy make the first cut, she was not only selected to advance as a PPDC officer, but eventually her ability to hold her own in the KWOON COMBAT ROOM left her ranger ready. the only problem? as of yet, there have been no pilots who match her specs to be considered DRIFT COMPATIBLE.

verse basics

while not actively piloting a Jaeger, Rey works as a mechanic for the other Jaeger teams, with the highest repair rate of anyone in the Dome.

she currently has not been put in combat in a primary position, but HAS piloted in support with tenuous Drift connections.

the Jaeger she’s set to pilot is Menace Echo, a Mark 4, but until she has a set co-pilot, she remains grounded & working as a Jaeger technician. If she can’t find a co-pilot within the next year, she may fail to re-certify as an active Ranger.

options & ideas for interaction

option i. meeting in a public space. Hong Kong is considered an open port, & with the consolidation of the PPDC, the staff & pilots of the Shatterdome would be especially integrated with the surrounding area. Places of interest for Rey would include the black market surrounding Reckoner’s bones, anywhere near the coast, & the public bunkers.

option ii. meeting through work. obviously, any muses connected to the PPDC would have a good chance of meeting her either in the training rooms, LOCCENT Mission Control, in the hallways leading to the Ranger’s bunks, or the cafeterias.

option iii. meeting prior to verse canon. this would include meeting Rey during her time in the Shatterdome prior to her leaving for Jaeger Academy.

#→ feral sand gremlin // verse introduction #long post #this wasn't even on my to do list #girl I hate you for getting loud #when I have so much other shit to do

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