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Meta Knight headcanons

Just to warn you, this is first time Im doing something like this, so it turned out to be a some sort of character study - a pretty long thing. English isn't my first language, so if there gonna be mistakes please let me know

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★ "Kirby, it's 4 p.m. time to get dismembered by my sword"

★ Vise mentor my ass, Meta. I mean, he is learning since he is pretty chill in Forgotten Land, but it's like the latest event at the timeline at the moment.

★ He will lend a sword to a child and ask them to stab him as a training exercise. Meta actually believes that putting a high stress level on someone will make them learn better and faster

★ Despite extreme teaching methods, Meta does mean well. And he actually can give a good technical advice. The knight isn't hopeless, but he still needs to realise that teaching people to swim doesn`t equal yeeting them into a river. Metaphorically, of course. He didn`t push anyone there. Yet

★ For a lone swordsman Meta has a lot of friends and people he cares about. His crew means the world to him even if they have a tendency to get on his nerves sometimes. Except Sailor Waddlle Dee, he can't be mad at Sailor Waddle Dee

★ Sailor and Meta have this Bilbo Baggins and Torin dynamic

★ Has a "secret" base near Orange Ocean even though locals are pretty aware of its existence ever since whole declaration of war on a Dreamland thing. Pretty secure place that serves him and the others Meta-Knights as home when Halberd isn't in a sky

★ Refers to the base as HQ to keep thing professional

★ He will never admit it but he LOVES dramatic entrances

★ Highly competitive borb. Completely unhinged on battlefield and there`s a lot of things that can be said battlefield

★ Due to shame of his past tries to maintain his reputation as mature calculated, cool and stoic figure which isn't a lie, but 1/3 of Meta actual nature

★ Swears a lot, which is funny considering his usually polite and old-timey speech pattern. Still very snarky and creative on insults

★ Despite that still the most mature member of a Dream Team. Which isn't a high achievement but it counts

★ Counties to be the most mature person on a ship in Star Allies until DMK enters the room. Then it throwing hands time. Dark has exceptional talent of breakdancing on Meta`s nerves and wont stop any time soon

★ Very unhealthy coping mechanism towards his fears. "Everything I'm afraid of is need to be stabbed, or I'm getting over it as quickly as possible"

★ He is a Nightmare creation. I'm a very basic bitch

★ In fact, Meta was conceived to be a copy of Galacta Knight, not just a replica of voidborn species in general. Which is ironic considering that Meta turned out to be an complete opposite: the color palette, the wings structure (the height in giginka-verse). Personality differences are in question since there isn't a reliable records of Galacta's life in general

★ Artificial voidborn baby turned out to be a disappointment, who ran away from Daddy Dearest at first opportunity

★ Fast forward to a crush landing on a Pop Star

★ Imagine the scene from Lilo and Stich, where Stich comes out from a wrecked shuttle in flames and laughs like a little shit he is. That's it. That's Meta.

★ It's basically Lilo and Stich from this point, but without Lilo, so Meta just does whatever he wants. And he wants nothing more than wrecking havoc on a land - nobody actually gave him a crush course on what's right and whats wrong

★ Cut to the meeting with young Prince Dedede. They`re not getting along at all. Therefore this is were the whole Sworn Rivals part comes from.

★ They would continue to be at each other throats (Quite literally on Metas end, this bastard had some SERIOUS teeth even as a child), but then there's Dark Nebula

★ In the best anime fashion they join forces to seal Dark Nebula away and Meta first time in his life experiences 🎉teamwork🎉 and positive interaction

★ "Did we just become best friends?"

★ First Friend™ obtained

★ Even though NME as organization in this timeline doesn't exist, monsters that Nightmare creates aka Wolfwrath and the others are pretty big threat, cause Dad of the Year sends a few of them after Meta to get voidborn back either dead or alive.

★ This is the reason Meta didn't stick at the castle After Dark Nebula incident and went on to make his own little home near Orange Ocean shore. Later this grows to be Meta-Knights HQ and a secret base

★ Remember scarfies? Those little bastards are not native to Dreamland or Pop Star in general. There was maybe a two or three of them sent, but they made a rabbit move and repopulated in a good Pop Star environment

★ Nightmare's beasts managed to influence planet ecosystem - they are not inherently evil, mostly are just animals with somewhat higher intellect than average, that left on their own when Sworn Rivals managed to seal Nightmare away

★ Passed out when tried a chocolate bar for first time due to sugar overload. Scared Waddlle Dee's shitless

★ Reads chessy sappy romance novels as guilty pleasure. He knows most of them are pretty meh but silliness of writing is bringing him some enjoyment

★ At the time he just met Blade and Sword, Meta always had trouble with recognizing which of the two is Sword and which of the two is Blade. Not his fault tho - those two never specified who is who during introduction. And that`s how his Mysterious Silence™ was invented. He will take this secret to the grave

★ You can catch Meta whistling when he is bored and alone. He ain`t the best whistler and struggles with it sometimes. It`s better to pretend you didn`t hear him

★ “Halbert isn`t a playground! Ignore Kirby, this one.... This one doesn`t count“

★ Involuntary dad to the rapidly growing group of kids (which has a lot of parent figures). He is opposite of Dedede here. Dedede embraces new children, especially in Pre-Forgotten Land phase

#There actually more but this list already is kinda big #I didn`t include any ships here because they have a tendency to devalue a character in question #Not always obviously #But I do love me myself some platonic stuff #I`m not as romantic of a person as I might seem #Meta Knight #Meta Knight Headcanons #Kirby Headcanon #YarTalk

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steggr · 2 years

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the capital of king’s landing welcomes shireen of house baratheon, the lady and heir apparent of dragonstone and the seven kingdoms. news borne by a raven sends word that they bear a resemblance to jessie mei li. the twenty four year old demi woman is reputed to be pioneering and undaunted, but with the eyes of court watching their every move, they might turn out to be reticent and defensive. when songs are sung, their verses speak of a long figure breaking through the thick morning mist, dark hair damp and eyes alight with wonder ; when melissa broder said, i ask god to send a swordsman and god says ❛ look at your hands ❜ ; fingertips calloused by the sword and the book, both scholar and aspiring god - queen. whispers throughout the seven kingdoms claim that their allegiance lies with house baratheon of dragonstone, where they conspire to prove themself a worthy successor to their father and safely locate the rest of robert baratheon’s bastards. but in the end, fealty means little when you play the game of thrones.

statistics ⸻

birth name : shireen baratheon.

monikers /�� nicknames / aliases : the grey stag, lady adamant, fawn, reena.

gender and pronouns : demi woman and she or they.

orientation : demisexual demiromantic.

date and year of birth : 19th day of the 5th moon, 276 A.C.

age : twenty four.

titles : lady of dragonstone, heir apparent of the seven kingdoms ( undeclared ).

parents : stannis baratheon and selyse florent.

other familial members : robert baratheon ( uncle ), renly baratheon ( uncle ), mya stone ( cousin ), edric storm ( cousin ), gendry ( cousin ), bella ( cousin ), barra ( cousin ), joffrey baratheon ( false cousin ), myrcella baratheon ( false cousin ), tommen baratheon ( false cousin ).

significant other : none.

allegiance : house baratheon of dragonstone.

character inspiration : tba.

trigger warning for miscarriage(s), stillbirth(s), pregnancy, deathly illness ( in a child ), outdated medical practices, medical torture of a child, blood, bullying.

introduction ⸻

you are born after much struggle, pain and lost ─ before you ( and your siblings, born without a pulse or passing through as nothing more than a smear of red on the insides of your mother’s thighs ) are even a thought in either of your parents’ eyes, there is a tale of disgrace between the groom’s brother and the bride’s cousin. after a while, it becomes easier to believe that the deaths that follow are because of a curse on the matrimonial bed rather than lay the blame at the feet of the bride. it only makes your birth an even sweeter sight to behold and though neither of your parents were ones for sentimentality, it does take them several days to find a name for the newborn. your father had been optimistically hoping for a son, as most men were wont to do with their first babes, and while it would have been easier to name you after your deceased estermont grandmother, your father had not wanted to burden you with the expectation to live up to his mother’s former reputation as ruling lady of the stormlands and a favorite of queen rhaella targaryen.

( in the end, it is a dornish name that is chosen, the meaning as saccharine as the child that slumbers without a fuss amidst the humidity of dragonstone, the curve of your small head fitting snugly in the width of your father’s palm. )

much of your early childhood is a blur of memories though one thing that is decidedly commonplace in all of your recollections is the lack of a paternal figure in your life. stannis is made master of ships on the small council of king robert baratheon almost immediately after the siege of storm’s end is lifted and the rebellion is won, but you are much too young to understand how high of an honor your father has been bestowed, only that he is gone for too long of a time and returns for too short of a time, missing your milestones and growth spurts that by the time you turn six years old, he is all but a stranger to you ─ a person seen in glimpses and studied through idealistic stories told by your mother and your maester alike.

perhaps he feels something guilt over his absence for your father never returns without a gift to brighten the dull interiors of your rooms. he is a practical man, so most of his gifs reflect his personality, remaining strictly in the realm of enrichment. you pick up your letters quicker, eager to use the writing utensils, books and different colored inks that he purchases from the port of king’s landing, but on the eve of his departure to crush the ironborn rebellion in the west in 282 a.c., he presses a little doll into your arms when he oversees your bedtime routine, dressed in the colors of house baratheon. at six years old, you are aware that there is something different about his departure this time around, a sense of finality in the way he presses a stubbled kiss to the crown of your head that you cannot keep the fat tears from rolling down your cheeks as both mother and daughter wave off the royal fleet from the safety of dragonstone port, but you hide your quivering chin against the doll that still smells of soap and ink from his fingertips, already knowledgeable of your father’s discomfort around public ( and private ) displays of strong emotion.

it is this strong streak of independence that delays the detection of greyscale that begins as a small blister of blackened skin on the left side of your neck. as a rambunctious child, prone to exploring the depths of the castle and returning for dinner covered in cobwebs and soot from your adventures, it was not uncommon for the maids to miss a spot ( or several ) of dirt on your skin during your evening baths but when their duteous scrubbing does not dissolve the mark from your skin, the blister growing larger by the day, the castle maester is called in to inspect the cracked wound. what he finds sends a wave of panic throughout the island ─ greyscale is a concerning illness to discover but without the steady calm of the ruling lord, it rests in the hands of the maester to issue the following decrees as your mother falls into despair.

nothing is explained to you as you watch in frightened confusion when your room is stripped of comfortable linens and perishable books. you cannot understand why the maids, once so willing to carry you close to them whenever you would fall into a fit of frustrated tears, scurry away from your outstretched arms with a cry of panic. ( that is your first brush with clear rejection and it leaves you feeling hollow and full all at once, a conflicting ache that roots itself in your chest. ) you are locked in your childhood room as your belongings are thrown into a pile and burned in the castle courtyard in the hopes of staving off an outbreak but unbeknown to the castle occupants, the infection had already began to settle in the island. the maids ( the ones that had been wily enough to escape discovery and confinement ) had returned to the villages below, spreading the disease to their families and prompting a missive to be sent out to all the ports of westeros and beyond the narrow seas, warning sailors away from visiting the island and portmasters from accepting ships that came from dragonstone.

while you were made aware that death had visited the villages of the island, the people within these small settlements were not as fortunate as yourself to have a dedicated maester by their sides though you show no gratitude for the man’s efforts. what you are subjected to beneath his hands in the hopes that one of his experiments would eventually procure a solution is nothing less than medical torture though at six years old, you cannot understand why your mother is kept away, dragged from your door for her own safety whenever the heavy oak divider parts to unveil the masked maester ─ you are stretched out on a thin mattress, arms and legs tied to keep you from trashing about or scratching at the itchy spread of greyscale that only keeps growing larger and every evening, the maester peels back the scaled skin in the hopes of healing the red - raw flesh beneath the infection.

( your screams reverberate through the castle, muffled against the gag that is drenched with your saliva and that keeps you from biting down on your own tongue. your wails are echoed in the skies, each cry matched with a deafening clap of thunder as the storm rolls in, lightning brightening up the sky in flashes of white. the smallfolk of the island whisper rumors that speak of a stormsinger and curses, but most of them pray for the mercy of death, if recovery seems impossible. )

in the end, a savior comes in the form of your returning father, who had victoriously crushed the ironborn rebellion by commanding the royal fleet yet who is helpless in the face of such a devastating disease. out of the woods come the noble lords and well - meaning advisors, counseling him to send you away lest another outbreak occur ─ ❛ it is a kindness, ❜ they had murmured with a gentle remorse that held undertones of personal ambition, ❛ to yourself and to lady selyse. no parent should watch their child suffer thus. ❜ the tales of his outrage at their suggestions are told through your mother’s whispered reassurances. you are told that he sends these men away with the threat of death looming above their heads should they return and, when he learns of the experiments that the castle maester had been conducting on you without sanction from the citadel, he sends that man away as well, calling for the maester from his youth to attend to you.

maester cressen is an elderly man with soft, pruned fingers who sees no need to peel away the scales from your face. he presents to choice to you, as scarring it almost certain if the scales are not pulled off the skin routinely to allow new growth but you choose to leave them on, unwilling to bear the mindless pain and the restrains around your bruised wrists. you are too young to be concerned with vanity, only wanting the pain to stop. it is not that his methods hurt any less but you have a choice in how you want to proceed, the grandfatherly maester explaining his reasons and movements before he even touches you and after two years in isolation and under heavy observation, you are allowed out of your rooms, blinking rapidly at the onslaught of sunlight in your eyes.

the greyscale robs you of the sweetness of childhood and the accusing stares that you receive as your family walks through the villages below the castle steal what little is left of your blind trust, forcing you to hide behind the towering figure of your mother with a reclusiveness that had not been there prior to the illness. you are tall for your age at eight years old but it is not your height or fine, high collared clothing that draws attention to you but the harsh, black - grey spread of scales that begin at your neck and stretch all the way up to your left cheekbone, coming to a stop just beneath your eye. a small part of your left nostril is covered as well, making it more difficult for you to run around as you had before seeing as you were easily prone to breathlessness now but while your mother may want to keep you hidden and safe, it is maester cressen that drags you out of the shadows. though he has only known you for less than two years, he has witnessed your eagerness to appear older and more independent, possessing the same stubborn streak that your father had as a child and in entrusting you to assist him in his weekly rounds through the villages, he had succeeded in drawing you out of your shell, exposing you to the scared by healing island while acclimating the smallfolk to the scarred child that so many of them blamed for their misfortunes.

it proves to be impossible to remain wary of a child that was so timid yet so unabashedly curious and your darting figure, dressed in somber shades of browns and blacks, becomes a common sight among the smallfolk, followed by your towering guard. the children are the first to welcome you back into the fold, borderline rude questions going unstifled in spite of their parents’ apologies and it is just easier to talk openly about your scarring. it is much better than to endure the whispers and pointing behind your back, at least, and once they know what happened, the questions die down and you are simply a play companion, albeit more nobly bred.

maester cressen makes you read to him as he tends to the rope - rough palms of sailors and fishermen wives alike and you soon gather an audience of little followers, younger children who are eager to decipher the inky black wiggles on paper ─ after two years in isolation, you have a patience that not many others your age possess, fingers steadily pulling away grasping hands from the book that you drag along from dragonstone library to the marketplace, high - pitched voice drawing attention from your peers as you taught letters and words to the common children. there is little that your mother can find to complain about when it comes to your new friends, relieved that you are comfortable enough to return to some semblance of normalcy and begrudgingly accepting the presence of your guard when he follows your smaller footsteps from behind, his looming figure casting a shadow that keeps you out of the sun.

in the absence of your father, aurane waters becomes something of a paternal figure even when you shun the presence of almost all other men. ( your first meeting with your uncle robert after contacting greyscale goes as disastrously as imagined and it is to aurane that you run, dark brows knitting into an angry little furrow at the good - natured teasing from the king. ) if stannis feels any slight by your preference for the bastard of house velaryon, he says nothing of it and even permits you to pick up a sword beneath aurane’s watchful eye, monitoring your progression during his infrequent visits back home. you are a hard worker, stubbornness ingrained into your very sinews, and you rise back up every time you get knocked down until you are as unmovable as the dragonmont itself, limbs slender but strong enough to pick up a war hammer fashioned in the likeness of the one that had crushed rhaegar targaryen’s chest into pieces.

teaching the smallfolk ( for their parents soon join in, wishing to know what secrets their children write down and pass to each other over the dinner table ) soon becomes your duty, along with penning correspondences to the lords of westeros and the merchants across the narrow seas as maester cressen’s eyesight worsens by the year. by the time you are sixteen, you master the art of insulting a man over paper in flowery scripture and the ledgers of the castle are as familiar to you as the callouses on your fingertips ─ you might never be beautiful but the maester and your mother see that you are valuable in other ways that are more important than pleasant features and you find that you prefer being plain and free, rather than pretty and protected.

by the time your father returns to dragonstone in 298 a.c. following the death of jon arryn, you are rather settled in your role as his heir and future ruling lady of a small spit of land. you know and love your people and they love you but the thunderous addition of the formerly absent ruling lord heralds trouble for the island as your father brings almost all of the royal fleet with him, the foreboding war dromons and an assortment of other ships darkening the horizon. the days grow shorter and the evenings grow longer with your father brooding in his study and your mother cautions you away from disturbing him. from the whispers, you understand that he is upset with your uncle robert for some insult or another but it is not until he calls you into the room that holds the painted table of all of westeros, your mother twisting her hands together by his side, that you realize that the whispers were wrong.

you cannot be certain what gives him the audacity to think of claiming the throne, regardless of his birthright ─ a part of you blames the red woman that your mother finds and brings to the island to whisper poison in your father’s ear but when uncle robert dies, gored by a boar, you lean against him to subtly offer him the support of your shoulder, your sword and your mind, and breath a sigh of relief when he presses a reassuring hand to the back of your head, the touch brief but warm. war is for men and robert’s death cracks westeros open like an egg as the north rises against the westerlands and ned stark is arrested on the charge of treason but where king’s landing may see a rebel, you see opportunity in the northerners outrage at the disrespect shown towards their lord.

your mother does not wish for you to get involved with the politics of your father’s quiet ( for now ) campaign for the throne, driven to points of fanaticism in her sudden desire to produce a male heir for his legacy but he charges you with the king’s orders while he masquerades beneath a guise of loyalty in king’s landing nonetheless, to find and secure your uncle’s bastards to support his suspicions and his claims before the lannisters kill them all and though he does not ask, you are determined to reform his reputation as well ─ the red woman may believe him to be a messiah reborn but you know that even gods need their supporters and you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.

plot points ⸻

locating the bastards : shireen has been entrusted with the task of locating, gathering and securing as many of robert baratheon’s bastards as possible. stannis knows of three which are mya stone, edric storm and gendry, and while mya and edric are safe for the moment, the disappearance of gendry is worrying especially after the massacre of the bastards in king’s landing following robert’s death. unbeknown to house baratheon of dragonstone, gendry is safe and potentially under the protection of house stark ─ if that is true, the northerners may use him as a bargaining chip to secure the support of stannis for a northern independency while also throwing their support behind stannis’ claim to the throne. beyond this, they need to follow the rumors of the other bastards while collecting edric and mya from the stormlands and the vale respectively.

right of succession : with stannis’ desire to locate the bastards to support his theory against the legitimacy of cersei’s children, shireen is understandably concerned that one of robert’s bastards may get it into their heads to try for the throne. while the laws of westeros will never put a bastard over them, renly baratheon is also pushing to be considered stannis’ heir over them and he does have a claim and the support of the storm lords behind him ─ if renly then chooses to legitimize edric storm and make him heir to the storm’s end, shireen will be robbed of their birthright to the throne and to the stormlands. they adore their family and edric, especially, owing to being cousins twice - over, they have made so many sacrifices already and will continue to do so in support of their father and while they would never demand payment or recognition for doing what they feel all children must do, the idea of stannis choosing renly over them or one of the bastards getting legitimized to inherit over them or both sits like an anchor in their belly. shireen is desperate for paternal approval and if this were to happen, it may be what breaks their resolve and potentially might send them in a downwards spiral of desperate betrayal to prove their worth.

team dragonstone’s pr manager : this is touched upon briefly above but out of all of team dragonstone, shireen and davos are perhaps the most friendly of the bunch. it is very likely that stannis’ return to king’s landing to ❛ support ❜ joffrey following a change of heart after robert’s death was an idea concocted by shireen to keep the ambitions of team dragonstone under wraps. they have been keeping up with correspondences to the lords and ladies of westeros, as well as the noblemen and merchants across the narrow seas and while their letters have been mostly trade talk owing to dragonstone being one of the main ports of the capital, shireen now has these names as acquaintances, at the very least. their challenge now is to push pass their reclusiveness to reach out to make new friends ─ it is not difficult, as they are generally very pleasant but their wariness and added pressure from keeping their father’s aspiring kingship a secret might prove to be a disastrous combination.

mini headcanons ⸻

shireen has a black raven called aegon, after aegon the unworthy, as it is a rather plump and pampered bird. it does not fly around very well and spends most of it’s time on their shoulder, cawing loudly or snapping a few choice words ─ fat aegon ( the bird ) repeats the same three cuss words and is known to fly at people that it doesn’t particularly like. for it’s own safety, fat aegon has been left behind in dragonstone for the time being.

shireen has been tutoring the smallfolk of dragonstone since the age of 12 and while most of their students are children, they do have two or three adults that pop in every - so - often. through their endeavors to make education more accessible to people, dragonstone has become a rather progressive island with half of the population being literate and they have used their allotted funds to start up a small school that is being ran by one of their childhood companions.

shireen was a member of the royal court from the ages of 18 - 20 ( 294 a.c - 296 a.c. ) where they served as myrcella’s lady - in - waiting but after an unfortunate encounter with joffrey where he attempted to corner them in order to inspect and pull off one of their greyscales, they returned back to dragonstone and swore off court. their uncle robert sent them a necklace that had belonged to their grandmother, cassana estermont, as an apology for his son and that insufficient punishment of the prince began to sour their father’s opinion of court, robert and joffrey.

shireen has inherited the gifts of a stormsinger and air mage from their ancestral blood relations to house durrandon which earned it’s beginnings from the union of the goddess elenei and durran godsgrief. these are not gifts known to them as their only display of stormsinger tendencies was as a child when their cries would often be followed by brief but violent storms. presently, their gift for air magic is more prominent albeit similarly untapped ─ it has become commonplace for winds to begin to pick up roughly whenever they are upset and their laughter is often followed by a gust of tickling air across the neck.

shireen discovered a calcified dragon egg when she was eleven in aegon’s garden in dragonstone. it was hidden beneath a cranberry bush and was likely laid by one of the last dragons on the island as it is no larger than a chicken egg. blood red in color with hints of white at the ends of each scale, the egg is usually tucked in a pocket or kept close to their heart as a good luck charm ─ it will never hatch.

more headcanons tba.

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tba.

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saywhen · 3 years

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muses by doc under the cut!!!

TOM ‘ICEMAN’ KAZANSKY; TOP GUN

perfectionist navy pilot, winner of top gun 1986, will write him from teen to present day as admiral and chief naval officer of the entire us navy

JOHN HENRY ‘DOC’ HOLLIDAY; TOMBSTONE

former dentist, has tuberculosis, currently a gambling man who moves from town to town making money and sometimes, when the need arises, murderer, *shrugs*

NICK RIVERS; TOP SECRET

international heartthrob edgy rock ‘n’ roller. think elvis but spoofed.

LUKE McKENNA; OC - FARENHEIT 451

after beatty burns montag alive bc he mad af, beatty gets removed from his post and mckenna comes in to replace him as captain. (i utilize val kilmer in spartan as the fc).

LIAM ANDERSON; OC - TAYLOR SWIFT’S ‘WILDEST DREAMS’

hot headed actor in his prime filming a movie in africa and ready for an intensely passionate affair with his co-star oOP

MASTER GUNNERY SGT BOBBY SCOTT; SPARTAN

he is a no nonsense, unquestioning his orders marine to his very own death. once he has a mission, literally nothing will stop him from completing it. he suffers from PTSD and is covered in scars from head to toe. he has night terrors from the PTSD and as such, does not allow himself to sleep often. he runs on caffeine and spite.

JOHN HOLMES, AKA JOHNNY WADD, PORNSTAR; WONDERLAND

addicted to drugs and an adult film legend w/a 14 inch... you know...

BRUCE WAYNE AKA BATMAN

burton verse obvs

RAY LEVOI; THUNDERHEART

former fbi agent, part cherokee who is just trying to discover his ancestor’s roots and spirit

SIMON TEMPLAR; THE SAINT

orphan, thief for hire, master of disguises, he has no idea who he really is

MADMARTIGAN; WILLOW

expert swordsman who lost a random, very important baby to a hawk. it’s a long story.

CHRIS KNIGHT; REAL GENIUS

actual genius, party god, avid slipper collector. college senior or college professor (verse dependent), twin brother of montgomery knight.

MONTGOMERY KNIGHT; THE ISLAND OF DR MOREAU (1996)

former neurosurgeon, has become more of a vet these days on the island of dr. moreau where there are genetic experiments on animals. twin brother of chris knight.

JAMES T. DAVIS AKA JOKER; FULL METAL JACKET

recast of joker to kilmer bc i do what i want

BEN AINSLEY; OC

his family is from old, old money and he uses that to book up time on hunter reserves in africa so actual hunters can’t hunt. he hates hunting and has never killed an animal. instead, on his trips, he explores the reserves.

WAR; SUPERNATURAL BASED RECAST OF ONE OF THE FOUR HORSEMAN OF THE APOCALYPSE

on a red motorcycle... he’s comin for you!!!

CASTIEL; SUPERNATURAL RECAST

to val kilmer because again, i do what i want

LUCAS MATSSON; OC

lucas is a history professor at a large university. his favorite things are egyptian and nordic lore. he has originals and replicas of armor, royal garbs, and weaponry for every period of world history. single ship with thxwxlf.

ROBBY GALLAGHER; RED PLANET

with three ex-wives and an elvis obsession, robby was chosen to be the first group of astronauts to colonize mars after the introduction of algae to mars in 2025.

KING PHILIP; ALEXANDER

king of macedonia. drunk. asshole. father of a bastard.

WILLIAM ‘SPOOKY’ MCPHERSON; CONSPIRACY (2008)

marine with horrific ptsd that he tries to chase away with drugs and alcohol to no avail. shell of who he used to be.

CHRIS SHIHERLIS; HEAT

caught up in the mob life. now on the run.

DR. NICHOLAS PINTER; DOUBLE IDENTITY

doctor without borders physician, framed, blackmailed, untrusting.

JOHN SMITH; FELON

after his wife and daughter were rxped and murdered, he found their bodies and a reckoning happened. approx. 17 people were murdered which included the two men that did it and their entire families. he has no regrets about it.

JOE MANDITSKI; KILL THE IRISHMAN

cleveland pd detective who is Tired™ and desperate to bring the mob down in his city

PAUL PRYZWARRA; DEJA VU

tired TM fbi agent. divorced. works WAY too much.

JAKE HARRIS; MINDHUNTERS

fbi instructor at quantico. thinks outside the box. loves cake.

MARK CORNELL; HARD CASH

corrupt fbi agent working to launder money with the local mob.

TOM VAN ALLEN / DANNY PARKER / JIMMY FINN; THE SALTON SEA

after tom’s wife was murdered, he became danny and seemed to be spiraling into drugs and alcohol, but it was all a well-thought-out ruse to bring down the two corrupt law enforcement officers who were responsible for his wife’s death. after he got his revenge ten-fold, he became jimmy and moved away from the salton sea. you can find him anywhere but california.

MOSES; THE TEN COMMANDMENTS MUSICAL/PRINCE OF EGYPT

the actual moses. i do not rp with animated fcs or use one and i will be using val kilmer as the fc and not accepting discourse on this matter. he did an amazing portrayal. my decision is final. ope

#muses #muse list #ooc

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pride-of-azkets · 3 years

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Nijad Lore (and fact) Dump

(for lil nonnie who asked nicely)

So, for reference, Nijad is one of my oldest characters without question. Created sometime in the 2013-14 range, he's only become more of a bastard since, though his original form wasn't that at all. In his OG days he was a lanky, tall, pale-as-fuck emo kid with swoopy bangs and raccoon tails (do y'all remember that scene trend too?) and at least 5 piercings in his bottom lip alone. He's certainly... changed a bit. This likely happened in the 2016-17 era, where I conceptualized a novel/graphic novel I wanted to work on at the time where he was a prominent character. This is the time where he morphed closer into what he is now, though the version of him that I write with has been cleansed in some regards to avoid troubling and potentially triggering subjects.

To break the ice though, how about some fun facts?

He is the eldest brother of three canonically, but I play him as an only child (unless otherwise discussed)

As he evolved in the '16-17 period, he split to form a secondary character, Andgriel

Now, canonically, only his ears are pierced (lobes)

He has distinctive port wine birthmarks covering the entirety of his left hand and up his wrist some, and another from the back of his neck down his back and over his shoulders

Canonically he's an accomplished equestrian, though the relevance of this information varies on verse

Additionally, he's a well-practiced swordsman/fencer, verse depending as well

He comes from an affluent background of wealth and status, with a very much 'designer' pedigree

In his "intended verse", i.e. the novel/graphic novel I aspired to in high school, he's the crown prince of a nation (think the Monarchy of England but as an active role as figurehead and ruler) with two younger twin brothers. In this verse, though, the twins are estranged as bastards and he's none the wiser, thus for his whole life he's raised as the single heir to an affluent nation. This breeds his greed, ego, and need to be the center of attention at all times.

He's a decorated commander in the ranks and not without reason--his headstrong tendencies and brazenness often led him to victory for being unwilling to back down (even stupidly so) and for being innovative in the field to come out with the upper hand.

Anything less than perfection he doesn't tolerate in himself, and will work himself to the bone and push himself well beyond his limitations as a form of self punishment and in attempt to better himself. It annoyed his peers to no end and eventually led to people not wanting to spar against him, and not always for his superior capabilities but at times simply because he would not accept no for an answer or wouldn't know when to stop, having to be physically restrained as he'd not only push his own limits but push his partner's far past their own. Combined with being a member of the royal family and thus "of the Gods", those around him didn't aspire to get their own heads put on spikes and wouldn't go after him with their all and would instead incur Nijad's wrath when he'd feel they'd "given up".

In modern verses/verses where he isn't affiliated with a position of that level of status, he retains many of the same characteristics though to a lesser degree, often coming off instead as self-centered and self-serving, and catty. Which, to be fair, are also true of him in the Intended Verse as well, lol.

Alright, I'll leave this chonky block of text for now, but feel free to ask questions whenever you're curious about a character, or anything else for that matter! I love to rant about my bastardous children.

#about:nijad

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herstorshe · 3 years

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I Have Come Hither To Die

- A Historical Fiction Short Story about Anne Boleyn -

This is an original piece of historical fiction written by me, do not steal this. I also do not claim that all or any of this content is historically accurate.

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“I am sorry, my lady Anne Boleyn, but your execution has been delayed again, for the swordsman is running late.”

I heaved a sigh. “How long is it delayed for?”

“We will be ready tomorrow at dawn.”

I forced a shaky breath. “Thank you,” I say, starting to pace the room once more, a sweat developing on my forehead.

The man left the room, and I immediately dropped to the floor, hysterically sobbing. My ladies immediately rushed to my side and Catherine, my dear niece, gripped my hand. We sat there in silence, aside from my vicious sobs. I screamed a little. None of them knew what to say.

All of a sudden, Catherine stood and announced: “We must distract ourselves. This truth is too heartbreaking to wade in for so many hours. Come, aunt, let us play cards.”

I shook my head, descending once more into tears. She grabbed my hands and pulled me up.

“Come.” I swallowed hard and she lead me to the small table in front of the cold fireplace. She threw a new set of logs into the pit, and lit it, illuminating the large, wooden chambers where I once awaited my coronation. This time I awaited my demise.

Catherine shuffled a set of cards and slowly my other ladies trickled over from the door. The cards were split, and she played the first move, placing a pair of queens in the middle of the table, as well as two golden coins. She drew another pair.

“Your Majesty,” she used my old title, “I bet you two gold coins that you have no better pair than these two queens.” I looked at her pair and thought of my predecessor, Katharine of Aragon. Now that I had been eclipsed by a Seymour girl, and a stupid, big-nosed one at that, I had some sympathy for Katharine. She must’ve thought I was a ninny too.

Catherine looked up at my glum face to remind me to play. I glanced at my deck and smirked wistfully, placing a pair of kings next to her pair of queens.

“I win,” I announced.

“Not yet, Majesty.” She added another gold coin to the pile as well as another queen, a queen of spades this time. I placed a pair of 10’s of hearts and a coin, and took all the coins.

“Well played, Majesty.” She smiled at me with her honest, caring smile. It reminded me of her mother, my sister. I hadn’t seen her since I banished her from court when she married a commoner for love. Now, well, I couldn’t blame her. I married for power and look where it brought me. I thought she was stupid all the time when she would speak of “true love” and never understood the Howard family ambitions, but now I yearn for some of that blissful ignorance. But what can I say, I’m a Howard girl, born and raised to be ambitious, but not too ambitious for a girl.

“Let me tell you all a story,” I said, picking up my sewing. “Once upon a time, a teenage girl was brought to the English court from France, where she had spent her girlhood. She quickly became the center of the court, possible lovers constantly battling for her praise, for her favor, for her love. She must’ve turned down some fifty men for marriage, for her father never would have let her marry anyone the family didn’t pick. Her younger sister, however, gave the king her favor, accepting treats and gifts from him like they were simply children of farmers. Eventually, their relationship grew and she became his mistress.” Giggles and tiny gasps spread around my ladies, but I continued. “Their parents became obsessed with getting as much power as possible from her sister and the king’s courtship. The older girl had to be her sister’s servant to serve the family ambition. Any marriage arrangements that were being made for her stopped. Until the king’s eye landed on the the older girl herself.” I paused as Margaret took my hand.

“He quickly tired of her sister, you see, so he looked to the older sister. They began courting, but she, feeling guilty for her sister, denied many of his gifts and refused to love him until she could not do so without being accused of treason, and until her father told her she must. The girl finally started accepting the king’s love, and soon the whole court knew of their relationship. The girl found herself in her sister’s shoes, with her father playing her like a puppet on a string, a pawn on the chessboard of the court.” I took a moment to rethread my needle.

“Then, somehow, it was silently agreed between the girl’s father and the king that the girl would marry the king, setting aside his wife, the queen. The king had grown tired of his wife, as he had of the girl’s sister, and of many other women. His wife could not give him a son. The girl could not refuse, and at this point did not want to, for she was approaching the time when she would be considered a spinster. It took many years for the king to set aside his stout and devout queen, but he did, and the girl married the king, becoming the queen. She had a beautiful, golden-haired daughter. But, alas, she could not give the king a son. Despite how long it took to put it on, the crown fell from her head as quick as the snap of a finger.”

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The sky began to darken, and me and my four ladies still sat at the fireside, some reading, some sewing, some crying and trying to hide it.

I picked up my bible and began reading. Accidentally, I found myself on the verse in Leviticus that Henry used against Katharine when he was trying to get a divorce. I always knew the accusations against her were false, but to please Henry and my father, I swore she must have been lying. What fools we were! Why would Katharine of Aragon, of all people, lie in an exchange with the Pope? And again, I find another way I am similar to Katharine: we are innocent of all the ridiculous accusations against us, no matter how much it would please the king for us to give him an excuse to torture us.

I cried the night Henry proposed. I didn’t want to hurt Katharine. Sure, we were quite different, she being raised by the devout, conservative and pious Spanish court, and while I was raised by the risque and chaotic French court. But we were both inspired to be more than just wives. We were inspired to be women. Katharine’s mother, Isabel, was a queen in her own right, and ruled jointly with her husband over Castile and Aragon. Isabel raised her daughters to be strong, educated and not let others limit them. I hardly knew my parents. I was raised by all the women I encountered in the Austrian and French courts, Queen Claude, Margaret of Austria, my good friend Margaret. I read books, so many books. Theology, history, religion. I formed my own ideas about God, and the meaning of life. I found that if all anyone else would do is pick my life for me, or judge my choices, there was no point not to reach for my dreams, no matter how strongminded my father and uncle were. No matter the difficulty one must face when born a girl. I would reach my goals, no matter what it took.

Sadly, my revelations meant nothing once I reached the English court, where the power hungry patriarchs of my family dictated my life. And now their choices will be the end of me.

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“What will become of Elizabeth?!” I cried as the ink of the night cloaked the sky in darkness.

“Your friends will protect her. Even a royal bastard is cared for. Remember Henry Fitzroy?” Catherine said, trying to reassure me.

“A royal bastard, sure, but not a Boleyn bastard. And she’s only two! I always imagined her as queen. A queen monarch, I mean. But-” I interrupted myself with a small scream. “I think Henry shall never want to see her again.” I sobbed out, dropping to the floor again.

Catherine moved to the chair next to me, and gently rested my head on her lap. She pulled out a kerchief and before I knew it she was crying too. We sat there, the bastard daughter of the king, and the disgraced queen of England. What a picture we must have been.

Eventually, I drifted into a light sleep, leaning on my wise niece.

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I flew awake from a dream of my body laying headless in the cold ground of the Tower. I took a few deep breaths, steadying my heart rate, and turned to look out the window. The sun was just peeking over the horizon line. I stood and looked in the mirror at my pale skin, dark hair, and deep, falcon eyes. I silently resigned myself to death, and the hands of God. I would soon be elsewhere, and my presence on Earth would not affect my afterlife.

Margaret broke my reverie, tapping my shoulder from behind. “We should start getting you ready. I am sorry, Anne Boleyn.” I almost laughed at her casual usage of my name. The name of a queen. I will be known in history as Anne Boleyn, the headless queen. The queen who wreaked havoc on England. The queen who tricked the king into loving her. Little would they know that they were wrong.

I heaved a long, hefty breath, and nodded, signaling for my ladies to get out my gown for my execution. My final armor.

With their help, I stepped into the grey gown with pearls and jades sewn onto the collar, and French lace at the cuffs. All my ladies were crying. But I had let out my hysteria. I was ready for my final battle.

Soon after, the confessor came. I had already pled innocent yesterday, but he offered me one more chance to plead guilty.

“I plead innocent of all charges against me,” I began with my single sentence from yesterday, but decided to continue. “I may have not been most gracious to His Majesty, but I never committed anything cruel or unholy, other than speaking my mind.” He crossed me, and blessed my soul. I rose, my whole body cold with dark acceptance.

Catherine, shaking with sobs, placed my ermine cloak on my shoulders, and secured my signature pearl necklace with the B initial in gold on my neck. She pulled my hair into a tight bun, and stood in front of me, still crying vigorously. I ran to her and locked her in an almost motherly embrace.

“It is alright, child. I will be alright. I must die, it is the king’s will.”

She hugged me back, and her breath started to steady. When we split, she had the same face of depressed acceptance I knew I was wearing as well.

I quickly wrote a little scrawl in my bible, left for Catherine:

“Remember me when you pray that hope doth lead from day to day. For my dear Catherine.”

The same man who alerted me of my delayed demise came through the door just after, and told me that it was time.

He led us through the cold halls to the private courtyard where I would meet my end. Henry had offered me two luxuries for my execution: a professional French swordsman instead of the lazy English axe, and a private execution, without the dirty cries of peasants. Only nobles, such as Charles Brandon, my parents, and the king’s sister would be present. As soon as I walked into the hall, with inclosed stone walls and open ceiling, I knew that Katharine was there. Watching. Waiting for my ghost to join her so we could sew together once more.

I mounted the scaffold and looked about the crowd. I recognized most of the faces from court. The Spanish ambassador, Eustace Chapuys, Princess Mary’s one friend, was there. I think I may have even seen Mary herself, who was either there to see her mother’s enemy’s death, or out of respect for me.

I took a breath, and began. “Good Christian people, I am come hither to die, for according to the law, and by the law I am judged to die, and therefore I will speak nothing against it.” I paused, feeling the breeze on my face, and regurgitated my script, written to suit Henry’s wild fury. “I am come hither to accuse no man, nor to speak anything of that, whereof I am accused and condemned to die, but I pray God save the king and send him long to reign over you, for a gentler nor a more merciful prince was there never: and to me he was ever a good, a gentle and sovereign lord.” I clenched my jaw, biting back my retorts. “And if any person will meddle of my cause, I require them to judge the best.” I smiled genuinely, thinking of the many historians and conspirators who would bake up wild and complicated theories about my story. I hoped that someone would take it up, and show that it was not so. I took a final deep breath and finished: “And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me. O Lord have mercy on me, to God I commend my soul.”

Margaret removed my cloak and necklace. I stopped her for a moment as she secured my linen cap on my head.

“Make sure those are given to Elizabeth as soon as possible.” I muttered, motioning to the cloak and necklace. She nodded, crying.

The executioner asked forgiveness, I nodded, and knelt. My eyes looked up to the sky, at the great sky that I passed under on my highest and lowest moments. That I passed under my whole life.

The sky went dark.

#historical fiction #anne boleyn #fiction #historical #writing #short story #boleyn #the tudors #henry viii #catherine carey #the other boleyn girl #phillipa gregory

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laceymorganwrites · 4 years

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The messenger

Word Count: 4,532

Pairing: Kidd x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, akwardness

Annotations: (W/O/C)=Weapon of choice, Freya is my friend´s OC

A/N: this used to be a self insert, so this is based in my headcanon verse, meaning it´s packed with world Building, OCs and noncanon ships (like Mihawk x Shanks)

Summary: You´re the vice captain of the Whitebeard Crew (a title you hate since you´re really just a messenger), Ace is your best friend and you like that one band with the lead singer Ace seems to hate. What happens when you run into each other?

It was sunrise when you arrived on Sabaody and you were beyond excited.

You see, it wasn´t often that you had a free day, let alone one where it was possible to go the amusement park and see your favorite band.

Everything was just going so well, it was almost too good to be true.

Ace and you were sent to make sure your relations with Fishmen Island were still good and nobody was attacking the island.

You were sort of the messenger of Whitebeard´s crew, being the vice captain and all.

Though you didn´t like that title, it was too great for someone like you, yet Pops had faith in you.

He was the only father you had ever known and he was the best too.

You grew up on his ship after he found you on an island, abandoned by your mother right after birth.

The crew quickly became your family and you loved being there, being on the crew was the greatest thing that ever happened to you.

Especially since you met Ace, he was like a brother to you.

Though you had to admit it wasn´t always as nice as it is now, you didn´t trust him at first.

In fact you tried killing him when he came to murder pops.

But then you learned all about his background, his ambitions and dreams, his little mannerisms and the way he could make you laugh and ever since then you´d do everything to keep him next to you and safe.

Nobody fucks with you or your family, that´s your credo so to speak.

And you had a pretty big family, also outside of the crew.

You met many great people on your journey and you were grateful to every single of them.

You would never forget meeting Shanks on Hell´s Bells for the first time, it was your first time on his island as well.

You were so uneasy, you have never been to another Yonko´s territory before and honestly it scared the shit out of you.

Not being allowed to bring your (W/O/C) it was even worse, you actually thought you were going to die.

And then you met him and his crew alongside the best swordsman in the world and the woman who you accidentally called mom every now and then.

They were drinking in a bar, having fun as you walked in with wobbly legs, staring at the ground.

“Excuse me for disturbing, Whitebeard sent me” you said with shivering voice.

Shanks and the others looked at you dumbfounded before the redhead burst out into laughter.

Mihawk just shook his head, rolling his eyes while Freya gave you the warmest smile you ever received.

“Shanks, you´re scaring the girl” Mihawk warned him, shooting him a glare, making Shanks be quiet.

This was the most intimidating man you have ever met, his sister was even worse as you found out later.

“But I´m not doing anything, babe” he whined, giving his lover puppy dog eyes, the swordsman just sighed.

“What brings you here, little girl?” Freya was the first to speak up about the reason you were here.

“M-my captain sent me to discuss some matters...” you mumbled, not meeting their eyes, you were too scared.

“Sit down, lass” the woman gestured you to sit down next to her and you did.

Talking business wasn´t as bad as you thought it would be, in fact from then on you found yourself in this odd group of friends quite often.

You grew close to them and added them to your family.

They all told you about their story and you looked up to them.

You didn´t meet Ayumi up to two years from then and fuck was she scary, she seemed even more cold and numb than her brother, you never saw her smile.

Well, that was until you witnessed her with her girlfriend, but that´s a story for another time.

You met Luffy, Ace´s brother, too, you accompanied him in Alabasta for a bit, but you had to leave early since you had some other business to attend to.

The great thing was that you kept in contact with all of your friends and family, you were always scared of meeting great people and then never seeing each other again.

But it wasn´t like that at all.

You met up regularly and exchanged stories and alcohol.

But today was a day you and Ace were alone, just the two of you.

It wasn´t bad, you liked those days, you were on the same crew but had so many different missions, you barely saw each other.

Of course you called each other and sent letters, but that wasn´t the same as actually having a day off to yourselves.

“I´m never gonna get tired of this island” you sighed dreamily, walking through the lawless area was scary the first time, but you were well known enough for people to fuck off.

“I´m hungry, let´s grab some food” Ace suggested, making you chuckle.

“You´re always hungry” you teased him.

“Well yeah, but that´s not the point” he pouted, crossing his arms, you always had to laugh when he pouted.

“Alright you big baby, let´s get you some food” you grabbed onto Ace´s arm and dragged him to the next bar.

He ordered food for the both of you and when he fell asleep you checked the newspaper for new information on the concert tonight.

Aside from the usual bullshit that he pulled as a pirate you also found the location and time of the concert.

Okay, he was an asshole as a pirate, yes, you has to admit that.

The thing was this: he was hot and could sing like a god, you never heard such powerful words.

But then again, to you he wasn´t the super rookie, he was just an attractive lead singer from a nice band.

You highly doubted you would ever run into him professionally, though if you would and he did indeed spell trouble, you wouldn´t hesitate to fight him.

In all honesty you didn´t think he was as stupid as the newspaper depicted him, yeah maybe you did want to meet him, maybe you did have a slight crush on him, but you were rational enough to know it would never go anywhere.

He probably didn´t even know you existed.

And it was good this way, if you were ever to run into him privately, you wouldn´t even know what to say, you were the most awkward person to exist, you overthought the hell out of everything, how the fuck should meeting the hottest bastard on earth work without you embarrassing yourself in front of him? So you might as well leave it be.

The article in the newspaper was about their arrival on Sabaody. You never would´ve thought you´d be on the same island as Stale Rose.

Of course you were excited, they were your favorite band goddammit.

“What´re you smiling at?” Ace yawned, he finally woke up.

“They´re here!” you squealed and Ace just sighed.

“You know Kidd´s an asshole, right? I´d rather we avoid them” Ace grumbled and you just shot him a glare.

“You don´t know that, Ace! You know I hate it when you talk about him like that” you defended him, of course you knew Ace was right, but a girl can dream, eh?

“I can read, (Y/N). I know what they say about him in the newspaper, all the awful things he´s done” Ace added, highly annoyed by the redhead.

“Do you know all the shitty things they write about you? About me? Pops? Shanks? All of us? And you know as well as me that those things aren´t true, so why are you so quick to judge him?” you didn´t know why you even bothered defending someone you didn´t know, it was weird but you guessed it was normal since he was in your favorite band.

“I just don´t want you hanging around with him” Ace said, the thought made him beyond uncomfortable.

“I´m just going to his concert, for fuck´s sake!” you raised your voice, you got why Ace was worried, but still, to this extent?

You two spent a bit of time in the amusement park, attending the rides and eating way too much candy.

“Ah! That was fun!” you sighed dreamily, stretching your arms, smiling.

“Yeah it was, I wish we would get more days off” Ace said and you nodded.

It really wasn´t easy getting any free days nowadays, especially with such a big crew.

You walked a while longer until you coincidentally came by Shakky´s bar.

You grabbed Ace´s hand and walked faster until you arrived.

Rayleigh was the one who taught you Haki, he was family and so was his wife.

She was always there for you, you could always call her and come to her if you needed anything.

Shakky was like a cool grandma.

Little did you know Kidd was in the bar you were about to enter.

He was pissed off at the newest article about him and how his crew was proud of it, he just really needed a drink now, how the fuck was he supposed to know the owner of the bar was the wife of the dark king?

“Holy shit! You´re Rayleigh!” he had this habit of talking without thinking which to be honest could be blessing and curse.

You´d find it cute if only nobody would talk shit about Kidd.

Rayleigh just laughed, Shakky chuckled as well, resting her face on her hand.

This wasn´t uncommon, Rogers fans always came here, but most of them were arrogant idiots who thought they could surpass him.

Kidd wasn´t.

He knew his place all too well.

Of course Roger was his idol, but so was his whole crew, he loved the old generation, they had real guts.

He wanted to be just like them, there were only few people he´d wanted to meet, but pirates from the old generation were totally one of them.

“What do you want to drink, boy?” Shakky asked, readying two glasses behind the counter.

“Oh fuck, right! I´m sorry, I just didn´t think I´d meet any famous people today, I´ll just have some whiskey, please.” Kidd tried to sort his mind, which always ended in him rambling.

Sure he was a loud mouth, but that was only when someone insulted him, the old generation or his friends. It was only in few moments he couldn´t control his rage and thoughts, in the other moments he preferred not to talk so much.

Ironic for a singer who yells his emotions out onstage, isn´t it?

“Coming right up” Shakky smiled and prepared the drinks.

“I know you get this a lot, but you´re seriously amazing. You and Roger and all the others from your generation, you just did all the awesome stuff without sprouting too many words about it. I mean you defined what being a pirate really means, you defined freedom and the real meaning of wealth and values, all those virtues. I admire you so much… I know to you I´m just another stupid rookie who doesn´t know shit and is obnoxious but I want to thank you. I´m grateful for everything you did, because if you didn´t and if Roger never told us about the One Piece, it would mean that the government would´ve won. It would mean a world full of despair, a caged life really. You fought for us so we could have freedom and I think what we´re all trying to do, at least in my case, is to impress you. To live up to you, make you proud” Kidd stated, leaving Rayleigh and Shakky quiet for a moment.

Nobody ever thanked them. Nobody ever acknowledged the hardships they went through and yet this rookie did.

He really was smarter than the newspaper made him out to be.

“We´re not so different than you might think. You guys fight for the same thing we did back then, I´m just glad there are good guys like you out there, most pirates who come here are disrespectful and don´t know anything about this world we live in, they think they can do everything on their own, take people on who are obviously out of their league. You know, kind of like you are depicted in the newspaper. But then again, I never was someone who believed in them. If you would know what they wrote about us back then” Rayleigh took a drink with Kidd and laughed at the memory.

Shakky rested her hand on his shoulder, sentiment could be a good thing if it stayed like now. Remembering happy days with Roger and the others could turn into sadness quickly though.

“Remember when we celebrated Rogers birthday and in the next day we apparently competed with Whitebeard who could kill more civilians?” Shakky chimed in, giggling, those were times…

Kidd couldn´t believe it and made big eyes, almost choking on his drink.

Rayleigh laughed even louder now.

“What?! That sounds like a great story… that´s why you´re my heroes, no matter what you did, it was awesome, everything´s such a great story” Kidd told them, smiling sadly.

The government really had nothing better to do than frame pirates for killing innocents.

To be fair though, most pirates were like that.

“If you want to hear good stories, you really should ask that brat Shanks, he´s always in some sort of trouble. I wonder what he´s up to these days, I haven´t heard from him since that battle against Hawkeyes.” Rayleigh thought out loud, he really needed to meet up with him more often.

“Yeah, Redhair really is amazing… he hasn´t been a Yonko for so long, but he´s so powerful. I really want to fight alongside him someday….” Kidd let his thoughts run wild and Rayleigh gave Shakky a soft look before smiling at Kidd.

So much for him wanting to start a fight with Shanks and taking him down.

“I can also recommend a good source for great stories” Shakky smirked at Rayleigh who could barely hold his laughter in.

He sensed Ace and you coming from a mile away.

“Her and Ace were in the local newspaper today actually, have you read it, Rayleigh?” Shakky got a hold of it, the local newspaper was just gossip really, gossip for pirates to bad mouth each other.

“What´s it say this time? Ace and her break up?” he laughed and Kidd frowned.

Of course he knew you, how could he not? But the things they say about you in the newspaper weren´t all lies, sometimes you wished they were.

The things they said about you in the local newspaper though, it was all bullshit, except for the wanted posters.

“Says she burned down a ship of Big Mom´s. And she´s got a new mugshot, her bounty also rose up...” she sighed, she wondered what you were up to.

“Whitebeard and Big Mom fighting? I don´t think so, especially not at this time. Show me the poster, dear” he faced it so that Kidd could see it too.

It took everything from him not to blush like a mad man, fuck you were so beautiful.

“700,000,000 beri?!” Kidd exclaimed, that was 500,000,000 more than him. Impressive.

“Like I said, bunch of good stories” Shakky giggled.

Kidd was in awe.

“I bet she has… I always wanted to meet her but for someone like me that´s just impossible. Besides, if I ever did I´d only end up embarrassing myself. I suck at talking to people I admire” he was brutally honest, something Rayleigh treasured more than anything and he knew you did too.

“Not to brace myself but did you think you´d meet me today? And I don´t think you´re embarrassing yourself at all, I think you´re presenting yourself in a good way, you´re honest and even if the truth is ugly, you still say it as it is. Not many people do that. An honest person deserves my respect. And you don´t have to worry about (Y/N), she´s a sweet kid, not like the mugshots depict her. Really, how is it that those marines always get the worst angles?” Rayleigh chuckled.

He knew how much you hated your mugshots.

“Thank you, that means a lot, coming from you” Kidd smiled as the door opened and you entered.

“Could you maybe not dash every time you see someone you know?!” Ace groaned out of breath and you just shook my head.

“Could you maybe stop being an antisocial baby about it?!” you yelled back, crossing your arms and glaring at him.

“Don´t give me the mom look” Ace pouted.

“I don´t have a fucking mom look!” you whined, finally looking ahead to the bar.

You choked on your own breath as you started punching Ace´s arm and trying to keep your inhumane screech down.

“Ouch, ouch! Stop that, what the hell? Oh, him.” Ace followed your view and looked Kidd dead in the eye.

Kidd felt like he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, why was this guy so intimidating?

“Hey you two, what do I owe the honor? Did Ace finally change his mind about the haki situation?” Rayleigh joked and you just had to laugh too, never minding Eustass fucking Kidd sitting in front of you looking like a goddamn snack.

“I didn´t, sorry Rayleigh, but I think I´m good with just my devil fruit” Ace smiled shyly and scratched the back of his head.

“You know that´s what´s gonna get you killed someday?!” you groaned and shook my head.

“How´s the old man?” Rayleigh asked and you felt glum all of a sudden.

“Holding up. He´s not gonna kick the bucket so easily” how you wished those words were true.

You knew his health wasn´t good, but he never let it show, you didn´t know what you´d do when the time came.

“Have you seen Shanks lately? I´ve been wondering how he´s doing” Rayleigh asked further.

“Actually yeah, Ace and me visited him a few weeks ago. He´s good, real good actually. Is that today´s paper?” you gestured to the newspaper in Shakky´s hand and she handed it to you.

“What the hell? Why did they raise my bounty again? I didn´t even do anything...” you pouted but then you faced Ace.

“Ace! Luffy just declared war on the world government!”you exclaimed, what an absolute mad man.

“For fuck´s sake, Luffy!” Ace was always worried about his brother.

“It´s good that you´re here, (Y/N). This lovely man is a fan of good stories, I´m sure you don´t mind sharing.” Shakky knew all about your little crush on him.

You were sure your face was very red right now, thanks Shakky.

“Um...I don´t know if they´re good actually….I can retell the ones pops told me...uh...” you looked to Ace and Rayleigh for help, but Ace was too busy worrying over Luffy and Rayleigh was laughing.

“I´m sure you´re aware of this lovely man, as my wife worded it” Rayleigh teased.

“Yes, yes I am aware of this lovely man and yes he´s very lovely indeed! But I can´t think of any stories right now” you rambled and Kidd thought he just misheard something.

“(Y/N). You just called him lovely. In front of his face. Without even talking to him” Ace pointed out and you blushed even more.

This was too much for you.

“I know what I said Ace!” you yelled at him.

“Just make sure Luffy´s not getting into too much trouble, we don´t have time for that right now” you warned him.

“I know I know, you just get back to your lovely man” Ace snickered, he was so gonna get it later.

“Shut up, Ace!” you yelled again.

“We´re gonna leave you two alone, it was nice meeting you, Kidd” Shakky dragged Rayleigh and Ace with her to the back.

Amazing.

Kidd and you stared at each other way too long, you were getting dizzy.

“Hi, you know this is really awkward right now. I thought I was seeing you only tonight. Wait, that came out wrong. Tonight´s your concert, you know and I wanted to go. I´m a really big fan of you, your band´s my favorite. I love your music” you rambled again but at least it was the truth, no matter how embarrassing it was.

“Whoa, hold on a sec… you, vice captain of Whitebeard´s crew, know who I am? I´m a lucky bastard today….” Kidd mumbled, smiling to himself, making your heart beat faster.

“Not to be rude, but I think everyone knows you. Well, at least the bullshit they say about you in the newspaper” it felt so unreal, talking to him, but you never wanted this moment to end.

“How do you know it´s bullshit? You don´t even know me, what´s against it being real?” Kidd asked.

“Because the stuff you allegedly did is stupid. So stupid that only no names would do it. It´s stupid and without a plan, you have a crew so why would you ignore their well being and go up against strong people alone? It doesn´t make sense. But the lowlifes who attempt those stupid things don´t end up in newspapers. The government makes it so that only big names appear, scaring the people. They need their antagonists, we´re just perfect for that apparently” you explained.

Kidd smirked.

“You know, I never thought anybody cared about my music, about what I had to say, about me as a person. But today the person I admire told me I was a good man. The dark king himself, that´s the biggest compliment for me. And now you. The vice captain of the fucking Whitebeard pirates, the strongest and biggest crew there is right now, tells me she likes my music. And not only that, you tell me you believe in me. This is way too much for my small brain” Kidd laughed off his nervousness, but his heart was beating fast.

“I don´t think it´s small. You´re a tall man. Besides, I agree with your opinion on the world government. And someone who writes powerful songs like that can´t be an idiot. And that´s coming from a real idiot. And sorry for embarrassing myself, I never thought I´d ever meet you.” you told him honestly.

“Don´t worry about it, besides the only one embarrassing himself is me” Kidd chuckled.

Meanwhile Ace finally agreed to Rayleigh teaching him Haki and Shakky listened in on your conversation with Kidd, she thought it was cute how awkward you were.

Well, you didn´t think it was cute at all, you couldn´t even utter a single word without stuttering.

You went over thousands of things you could say right now in your mind and then thought if you really should say them or not and that resulted in the silence you two found yourselves in now.

Shakky sighed and sent Ace back to you to refrain things from getting more awkward, she really was your savior.

“We need to go, otherwise we won´t make it in time” Ace told you and grabbed your arm in urgency. He was right, if you talked more with Kidd, you´d miss his concert.

And you didn´t want that.

You sighed and stood up with a heavy heart.

“I know, I know… you´re right.” you answered, whining.

“It was nice talking to you, see you later” you cast a bright smile at Kidd who only responded in stutters and blushes.

Your trip to Fishman Island was the quickest you have ever done, everything seemed fine, the royal family was doing great too, so you could come back to the surface.

It was already sunset when you got back, so you ran all the way to the location, dragging Ace behind you, who didn´t have time to protest.

“I´m gonna wait at Shakky´s bar for you” he mumbled bitterly, he didn´t like the influence Kidd had on you.

“Alright, I´ll be back in a few hours!” you smiled brightly, hugging him shortly before running all the way to the location.

As soon as you arrived you could already hear the groupies and the band hasn´t even started yet.

You couldn´t shake off the huge smile that has plastered onto your face ever since you met Kidd earlier, and you also couldn´t stop your heart from racing, well you told yourself that it was because you ran so much.

The bar was damp from the fog coming out of the machines, the crowd started gathering in front of the stage, the screaming groupies making it impossible for everyone else to get a good place.

You settled for a place at the bar, it wasn´t the front row, but you preferred a good view without the groupies. You felt as if you were the only one who really cared about the music.

Not to be entitled, but you doubted the intentions of the front row.

When the show started, the front row threw their bras on stage and showed their tits, you just stayed to yourself and danced and sung your heart out.

You were really proud of yourself for knowing all the words, you didn´t think you would.

Not that you could blame the front row, Kidd was looking absolutely ravishing.

He was wearing a black tank top and had his hair down, you swore you could get pregnant by just looking at him.

Okay maybe that was a bit exaggerated, but you didn´t have time for dating or even one night stands with the amount of times you were gone.

And damn, did he look good with his hair down and did his arms look big, so muscular and the way he sung so deep, low and gruff.

It just made emotions and horniness in you arise.

Fuck´s sake were you glad that nobody could see the mess you were right now.

To be fair, it was really hot inside the bar right now. And not only because of the handsome lead singer.

You were out of breath after they finished. The groupies were waiting intently for the band to come out so that they might get lucky.

You didn´t know what to do, the immediate time after a concert always left you feeling empty and not knowing what to do.

It was weird, so you just stayed where you were, at the bar, looking and smiling like an idiot.

You didn´t know why you stayed, but soon enough the band did come out to meet the fans.

Usually this should have been your cue to leave as they just chose who to fuck this night, but not this time. Tonight Kidd smiled and waved when he saw you, coming over to you with the rest of the band.

You spent the rest of the night drinking with them and exchanging stories, you complimented their way of playing their instruments, listened to them talk about the craziest tour stories.

It was so much fun and all the while you questioned why they even stuck around with you instead of fucking some groupies, but maybe you would find that out sooner than you´d like.

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece oneshot #one piece kid #one piece kidd #eustass kid #eustass kidd #kid x reader #kidd x reader #op #op kid #op kidd #op imagine #op oneshot

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zcldrizes-a · 5 years

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tiny meta prompt based on that gifset - when Jon says "i don't", what does Dany take that for? is she thinking "he doesn't enjoy fighting" or "he doesn't enjoy ruling/being king" or is it something else entirely?

"You'vebeen talking to Tyrion.""He ismy Hand.""Heenjoys talking.""We allenjoy what we're good at."”Idon't."

In show canon, void of our verse and if I take just the show details of this scene, then the necessary backgroundis likely what they know from Tyrion and Varys – they’ve told her he’s anexcellent swordsman, and that obviously he’s King In The North, andthat’s the only context she truly, really has of him, other than him being an honourableman. But also, she inevitably knows that he won the Battle of The Bastards(even if the details haven’t been made clear) – so I actually think her firstinstinct was something else entirely, with all of that in mind.

I think her first instinct was to assume he was talking about killing –inevitably, he’s good at fighting, and killing goes hand in hand with that, butit’s clear he doesn’t enjoy whatever it is he’s referring to, and I think it’sa logical conclusion then that whatever he’s good at is something that is atthe very least a little distasteful. And I think in that brief moment ofhesitation before she speaks again, she’s flickering through the options – does he mean killing? Fighting? Ruling? He’s good at each. And given that’sthe conclusion she reaches, I don’t think it’s lost on her that men she’s knownbefore (and I mean known, so we’retalking about Drogo and Daario) prided themselves on how good they were at killingother men, and at fighting. They were good at it, and so they relished it, and this is not a man like she’s met before.

Regardless, his admission that he doesn’t enjoy it surprises her – she genuinelybelieves her words to be true, that everyone enjoys whatever it is they’re goodat, and suddenly here is someone who doesn’t. The only way that makes sense iseither if what he’s good at isn’t something that should be enjoyed – or that he doesn’t want to be doing it, butdoes it anyway.

Whichever he’s referring to – we see it very clearly then, that he earnsher respect.

#you asked and you shall receive #ii. asks. » you're in the great game now. «#killthebxy

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lazare-spyofblu-a · 6 years

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CHARACTER INTERVIEW

BASICS !

NAME . Lazare Friedrich Moreau NICKNAME . Laz, Lazzy AGE . 38 SPECIES . Human

PERSONAL !

MORALITY . lawful / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true . RELIGION . Agnostic, no organized religion. SINS . greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath . VIRTUES . chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice . KNOWN LANGUAGES . French, German, Spanish, English, Italian, and some Russian. Learned in that order. SECRETS . Lazare is surprisingly open for a Spy, but he does keep chunks of his past well-hidden. His murders, which he feels immense guilt over, and the fact that he was at one point suicidal.

PHYSICAL !

BUILD . scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average . HEIGHT . 5′11″

SCARS / BIRTHMARKS . Not many scars, a few ones on his hands from failed balisong tricks. Freckles, but those are different from birthmarks, right?

ABILITIES / POWERS . Not really powers, but Lazare can play the ukulele and piano, sing, and bake incredibly, and he’s a great reader. Can learn languages in a snap. RESTRICTIONS . Very sensitive emotionally, hates conflict, may run from fights.

FAVORITES !

FOOD . Nearly everything, but his favorites are any and all desserts. He’s a true sugar fiend. DRINK . Coffee and hot cocoa, some teas. PIZZA TOPPING . Just cheese. COLOR . Yellow, blue, and gold. MUSIC GENRE . Classical, jazz, some alt-pop. BOOK GENRE . Fantasy, mystery, or nonfiction. MOVIE GENRE . Romance, or rom-coms. CURSE WORD . Damn, bastard, merde. SCENTS . Coffee, baked goods, cinnamon, the smell of rain

FUN STUFF !

BOTTOM OR TOP . A verse. SINGS IN THE SHOWER . Quite frequently. LIKES PUNS . YES.

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@menageriexfmxses said: plots please to hear some plot ideas I have for our muses.

okay first off i love you so much and I want all the plots and rps with you. I can list so freaking many. I wanna be stingy and be ray cause lbr she had hearteyes for your muses but I’ll do my best to make it a variety.

My Toshinori with Deku and/or Bakugo. Just let him try to be a good mentor to his sons. he so proud of them and just wants to support them and make them dumplings.

Au!Yuki Sohma & Kirishima where he is in the mha verse. his powers would basically be like Tsyu cept he is a mouse man. idk. Kiri is so sweet and he could make a friend. I just want it.

Mirajane & Lisanna sister bonding. Lowkey them plotting a wedding with Freed & Mira or whoever. I just need more of this.

Mirajane & Gaj just them bonding and him playing his guitar and Mira singing for him. They would be cute together and you know it.

We need an arranged marriage plot and i don’t care with which muses but please gimme.

Feitan Portor & Twice or Dabi. Feitan is a swordsman and a bastard. he is yandere af too. So I just feel he would work with them pretty well so let him create problems with the LOV.

Kurama in the MHA verse as a student and just getting to interact with any of your characters. I feel him and Iida would be very interesting.

Ray & Bakugo sparring together. Let her get her ass kicked and still enjoy him then them patching each other up after.

#[ this is so little ]#[ so many more ]#[ but he is a start ]#a peek behind the curtain ( mun )

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The mask he wore was the de Chevin design, though greatly simplified and without ostentation. Combined with his sober – though Remi himself would have preferred the word dashing – black silk and velvet with its slashes of silver, the garb proclaimed him to be someone’s by-blow. A bastard, just favored enough by his family to earn entrée to a soirée like this one and to wear fine clothing – but not legitimized, not in line to inherit.

It wasn’t true, but it was close enough. And it was safe. There were so many de Chevins, in the main line and the several cadet branches, that they didn’t even all know one another by name, let alone face.

The fact that Remi himself was a de Chevin and thus entitled to the mask he wore – or to its finer elder cousin, more precisely – was a delicious bit of icing sugar on the frilly little cake.

Thus cloaked in a sort of invisibility – the blacks made him beneath common notice, even as the mask proved his right to be there – Remi strolled the various salons and corridors and dining rooms through which the Duke’s party had sprawled. He held a glass of something of a delicate rosé tint in one hand; his other rested upon his hip in a casual way which any well-versed swordsman would recognize as the absence of a hilt. (Daggers, not his preferred weapon, were nevertheless secreted upon his person; Remi Vascal, dashing outlaw of Orlais, was no fool.)

He exchanged words here and there with those whom he passed. He paused beside the tables groaning under their weight of hors d'oeuvre and canapés and nibbled delicately at them; just because he was here to work did not by any means imply he could not enjoy himself, now could it? To that end, he also cast approving glances toward any number of the sparkling young women and strapping young men around him, favoring some few with a wink and his trademark rakish grin – the one which dimpled an old scar on his cheek most becomingly beneath the half-mask – and watching as delicious blushes spread across heaving bosoms and delicately bearded cheeks alike.

In the back of his mind, he could almost hear his mother’s voice chiding him to stay on task and not be distracted by a pretty face; his mother’s bardic training methods had been strict but effective, and Remi could perhaps admit that the version of her in his head had a point. After all, Duke Cecil de Montfort was hiding a secret. All the rumors Remi had been able to uncover pointed to it. And now, Remi had decided to find out just what that secret was.

After he’d spent a little while enjoying the particular expanse of creamy bosom currently occupying his attention, of course.

@servanademontfort

#t: two may keep a secret #servanademontfort

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The Osiris Of This: Celebrating The 25th Anniversary Of Ol’ Dirty Bastard’s ‘Return To The 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version’

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The Wu-Tang Clan shifted the recording industry in the 1990s by not only emerging as an unstoppable collective but also securing solo deals for the nine members of the group’s top tier. Ol’ Dirty Bastard emerged as a star for the New York crew by way of his debut album Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version, which was released 25 years ago today (March 28).

RZA, GZA, the aforementioned Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Method Man, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck, U-God, and Masta Killa transformed the Hip-Hop landscape with their debut album, Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) in 1993. The single “Protect Your Neck,” which introduced much of the world to the Wu Swordsman, featured a verse from ODB that, alongside Method Man’s scene-stealing turn, burned itself into the memory of fans for good reason.

Hip-Hop fans approached ODB’s solo album with hopes that it would feature more of the same left-field styled coupled with the “what will he do next” personality the rapper born Russell Jones became famous for. They were not disappointed on that front.

After an intro that puts all of the zaniness of ODB at the front of the mind for the listeners, “Shimmy Shimmy Ya” blares through with RZA’s signature thump and ODB’s performance set the tone early. The following track “Baby C’Mon” features more of that Ruler Zig Zag Zig Allah dust, and the album’s first single “Brooklyn Zoo” sounds as timeless as ever with True Master delivering one of the few tracks not helmed by The Abbot.

Rapping in stunted growling grunts and breaking into off-key song at times where it doesn’t even make sense, ODB appeared larger than life. He instantly became an undeniable presence across the album, most certainly propelled by RZA’s guidance on the tracks. The production is decidedly muddy as if it were recorded in a Brooklyn closet; the bass bleeds on even the best-quality speakers and it sounds that this was the intention.

By the time listeners reached “Raw Hide,” there are still dips and turns left in ODB’s rap arsenal:

Tired of sittin’ on my f*ckin ass N*ggas I know be runnin’ around with mad f*ckin’ cash Who the f*ck wanna be an emcee If you can’t get paid to be a f*ckin’ emcee? I came out my momma p*ssy, I’m on welfare Twenty-six years old, still on welfare So I gotta get paid fully Whether it’s truthfully or untruthfully

In past interviews, Method Man stated that a bulk of the album consisted of old rhymes from RZA and GZA’s rhyme books but he did admit that ODB did know how to write his own verses. But because of his voice, style and natural charisma, it didn’t matter what the source of the lyrics, especially with the level of performance ODB presented across the album.

A remastered version of Return to the 36 Chambers has been released to commemorate the 25 years since its release, along with a mini-documentary from Amazon Music that features words from RZA, Raekwon, his widow, Icelene Jones, and his son Barson “Young Dirty Bastard” Jones. ODB is a sorely missed voice in Hip-Hop and would probably still find a way to bulldoze his way onto the airwaves despite the genre’s many shifts in sounds in the years since his untimely passing.

For now, we’ll hold on tight to the audio memory of Ol’ Dirty Bastard. Hopefully, tonight somewhere in ODB’s beloved “Brooklyn Zoo,” a 40 or two will be cracked, safely indoors of course, with the speakers blasting the record in Ason Unique Allah’s honor.

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o-thatthewindsofheaven-blog · 6 years

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Amatsu Kaze: Full Bio

Name: Amatsu Kaze (ah-MOTTS kah-ZAY) (Hingan: 天つ風 )

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Race: Raen Au Ra

Height: 7fm 1im

Build: Long and lean; swimmer’s build. Weighs about 155pz.

Skin: Not as tan as you’d think, from the time he spends in the sun; rough, spiky opalescent scales

Eyes: Irises dark blue; limbals bright blue

Hair: Platinum blonde

Nameday: 22nd sun, 2nd Astral

Occupation: Nominal Confederate; part-time bodyguard, mercenary, odd-jobber

Orientation: Gay??? Who the hell knows, really

Alignment: Chaotic good

Criminal history: Somewhat extensive, though no serious crimes; smuggling controlled substances; petty theft; brawling and/or dueling...

Relationship status: Single and fine with it, mostly??? Though things have become somewhat complicated with...

Sweet on: ... his pupil YT.

Favorite…

… food: Fresh fish in any form

… drink: Sake

… artist: Very old Hingan poetry; he especially likes translating these works to Common

… scent: The sea, even after all these years

… person: His Confederate brothers, Kami bless their drunken, illiterate souls

Randoms: Ten Facts

He rises before dawn compulsively -- no matter how much sleep he stands to lose in the process -- to meditate and train.

Although (being Raen) he derives great pleasure from being in the water, he hasn’t been more than a couple yalms below the surface of the Ruby Sea in over a decade.

Though a swordsman by trade, he’s rather adept at what most Eorzeans would recognize as conjury. He eschews shields and heavy armor, dressing lightly for mobility and _protect_ing himself with aether drawn from his communion with the Kami.

A dream of his is to become a published poet; he spends large amounts of his spare time composing original material and/or translating old Hingan poetry to a form (he hopes!) Eorzeans would find pleasing.

He’s proficient with multiple sword types, including katana of various sizes as well as Eorzean broad-, long-, bastard swords, and rapiers. For actual combat, his preferred arm is a custom-made hand-and-a-half Magitek swordhilt that produces a blade attuned to his personal aetheric signature.

While soft-spoken, he can project his voice very loudly when necessary, making himself heard in the midst of a crowd.

In an effort to distance himself from the place where he grew up, he’s gradually expunged his Eastern accent. He now speaks very even-keeled-ly, with a hint of a Limsan drawl.

He’s been offered promotions in the Confederacy, including even the opportunity to have his own crew, but he’s willingly stayed at the lowest rank so that he can come and go as he pleases.

This is one of his most closely-guarded secrets, even from the Confederates: He’s never been in a romantic relationship or lain with a woman. He’s more experienced (and thus comfortable) with men due to all his time spent aboard ships, but gorgeous women still make him deeply uncomfortable.

Having had a privileged upbringing (to a certain point) in Sui-no-Sato, he’s highly literate, in contrast to most of his Confederate brothers.

Five Things…

… they like:

Crowded places (good people-watchin’)

Deserted places (good meditatin’)

Poetry (art in general, really)

A good fight (“I’m only myself when I’m fighting!”)

The sea

… they dislike:

Extreme temperatures

Sand (it really does get everywhere)

Staying in one place too long

Taking orders (a necessary evil to get paid)

Ostentatious displays of wealth (part jealousy, perhaps, part disdain for snooty behavior)

Five good habits:

Stays in excellent physical shape.

Regular meditation keeps him emotionally centered.

Rarely overeats or gets sloppy-drunk.

Good personal hygiene; bathes regularly.

Soft-spoken, generally tactful, and respectful of others’ personal space (unless specifically riled).

Five bad habits:

Extremely rebellious; unable to control his tongue around authority figures.

Highly competitive: never refuses a challenge.

Easily baited into confrontations: would rather fight about differences than talk it out.

Doesn’t get near enough sleep.

Bah-humbug attitude towards relationships & sentimentality.

Five personalities they gravitate toward:

Competitive spirits

Salty nautical types

Art lovers; creative spirits

Social outcasts; the poor

Nearly anyone who seems like they have a story to tell

Five personalities they avoid:

Beautiful men and women (his inexperience shows, he fears)

The fabulously wealthy and/or nobles in general (see dislike #5)

Teetotallers (no fun!)

Know-it-alls

Nationalists and/or political zealots of any stripe (even Hingan ones)

Five fears:

Intimacy (tends to keep people at arm’s length)

Commitment (prefers to drift than to be tied down in one place)

Garleans (the war in Doma makes him nervous about his home in Kugane and the Ruby Sea)

Poverty (he’s perpetually broke, sure, but he makes sure hedoesn’t go hungry anymore - because he did for awhile in his teens)

That his poetry’s no good, or that his creative pursuits will amount to nothing

Five things kept close:

A sword (he owns several)

A knife.

A good pair of boots.

A hand-sized wastebook filled with verses, snippets and ideas

Something with which to write.

Five places frequented:

Kugane, Hingashi

Onokoro, The Ruby Sea

Limsa Lominsa

Isari, East Othard coastline

Horizon, Western Thanalan

Tagged by: nobody; I stole this from someone, I'm sorry!! Tagging: @catboy-yt

#ooc #about #bio #char sheet #ffxiv #ffxiv rp #looking for contacts #mateus #mateus rp #ffxiv mateus

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galaticblue · 4 years

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I finally met Zoro after 2 years! It was truly an unforgettable experience. He was passing by on Grove 42 on Saboady Island by himself. I couldn’t help but to bring him into my brace. It’s been 2 years... 2 years ever since the incident with Kuma! I couldn’t help but wonder what hardships they must’ve encountered and faced. I’ve heard about it all via newspapers and broadcasts. I missed the Straw Hat crew. The only reason why I was able to meet them was because of those troublesome Hollows. They travelled in and out of the Bleach verse, which is frightening. I don’t know who’s responsible from the Soul Society, but that gate from the other side should’ve never been opened. Now we have to pay a visit to different universes to slay the Hollows.

2 years ago

By the time I reached The Grand Line in One Piece universe, A group with monstrous strength was already battling a hollow. I couldn’t describe the amount of shame that ran through my body. Hollows just get to bad from worse. There is no salvation for them. I drew my sword and flew through its head, ramming my weapon straight through, cutting it clean like a breeze. The hollow slowly evaporated shortly after.

“I’m so sorry! This is my responsibility!” I apologise for this incident. “You guys should’ve never been caught up with this...” I paused, then I remembered that they might not be able to see me. “It’s no big deal!” I sighed and carried on walking to the portal. But it seemed that I was wrong. A man with green hair walked up to me. He was quite handsome indeed. Just when I was about to draw my sword away, he stopped me and lightly held onto my wrist.

“Oi, where’d you come from? You appeared from out of nowhere just like these ugly bastards.” He spoke with his husky voice. It rumbled through my ears. My eyes opened in shock.

“You can see me? You can touch me? How is this possible?! No one’s supposed to notice a Soul Reaper! Just who are you!” I growled at him. He grunted in response.

“Why don’t you tell us who you are and we’ll tell you who we are!” He argued back. “No, you first!” I shout back. This mini arguement seemed to turn into a long battle of stubbornness. I was itching for a fight and clearly so was he.

“Just because you’ve got 3 swords doesn’t mean that you’ll win... you overconfident brat!”

“Who’s a brat?! You look about 12!”

“But I’m lifetimes older than you!”

“Oh yeah? Well let’s see if your swordsmanship lives up to it!”

“Oi, Zoro! You idiot of a swordsman! You dare to hurt a lady?” A man with blonde hair and large swirly eyebrows interrupted us. Zoro drew his swords away at the same as me. Looking at him, his eyes were in shapes of a love heart and I could’ve sworn that he had a nosebleed pouring out of his nose... not only that but did he just say “Zoro?!” I accidentally spoke out loud, causing him to turn around and grin.

“Oh, so you’ve about me from your universe? Guess I’m quite famous!” He turned my way smiled largely. But no way... Zoro? He’s such a big shot over here in the soul society. He is the talk of the Seireitei! He is a pirate and a great swordsman at that!

To be continued...

#bleach x onepiece #crossoveranime #bleach oc #zoro #sanji #roronoazoro #soulsociety #onepiece #oc story #bleach #oc #originalcharacter

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sacrifice

for a prompt from @torosiken, abo-verse; ao3

“Duval,” Sanji says through gritted teeth, something heavy settling in the pit of his stomach. “What the hell is this disgusting list?”

“They’re market prices for the slave trade,” Duval explains, and his tone is way too cheerful for the subject that Sanji wants to land a kick on his stupid face. “You see why everyone’s after mermaids? They’re so rare and expensive that they’re on a whole different level.”

Before Sanji can fully process that revolting information, Duval adds, “the only thing more valuable than a mermaid is probably a male omega.”

Sanji’s breath catches in his throat.

Duval probably doesn’t mean anything by it. It’s a throwaway comment of a fact that everybody knows — male omegas are rare. Much rarer than female alphas, actually, that people sometimes joke about how male omegas are an endangered species. It’s not surprising that the slave trade would thus value them higher, probably thinking they’re some kind of a rare collection to parade around. Stupid, offhand comments.

Sanji still feels like he’s being stripped bare. Like someone, somewhere, has looked at him and seen the omega in him, and they’re going to lay that secret for the world to see.

“What do they do to these slaves?” He blurts out before he can stop himself.

“Well, they’re free to do whatever they want with the slaves…humans are usually forced to work for free, but exotic species like mermaids are usually put on display as trophies by the rich,” Duval says. “They are going to spend the rest of their lives in a small cage.”

Sanji thinks of the cold, dark prison of his childhood, the way its narrow walls seemed to bear down on him, and he thinks he’s going to throw up.

“Then what are you waiting for, we have to save Keimi!” He yells instead at Duval, and ignores the way his hands tremble, ever so slightly.

We’re going to be fine, he tells himself. It’s going to be fine. The market rate of a mermaid is only 70 million berries, and the ever wonderful Nami is currently in possession of more than 200 million. They’ll play by these bastards’ rules and get Keimi back. They will.

He almost believes it — doesn’t know what it’s like not to believe in Nami — that he feels his entire body freeze as soon as the celestial dragon calls out, “500 million berries!”

He hears Nami gasp beside him.

“What was that,” she says, face paling; she looks as awful as Sanji feels right now. “We don’t have enough.”

“What do we do, Sanji?” Chopper turns to him, panicked. “Isn’t there anything we can do? Isn’t there another way?”

Shit. Sanji grits his teeth, crushing the cigarette in his mouth. Shit, he’s fucked up — he leaned too much on this one strategy without ever considering a backup plan, and now Keimi is going to be taken away by these disgusting bastards and it’s going to be his fault. Fuck, fuck, if only there’s another way —

He blinks, remembering the conversation he had with Duval earlier. There is another way.

You’re worthless for being born as a weak omega, he remembers his brothers saying, and he thinks, no. Not anymore. Not here.

Here, where human lives can be quantified under some sickening logic and their biological makeup can influence those numbers. Here, where the only thing that matters, the only thing that can make them listen to you, is how much money you can offer.

Here, where male omegas are more sought after than a mermaid.

Sanji steps forward just as Zoro catches his arm.

He half-stumbles, throat choking on nothing. “What the hell?” He glares at the mosshead. “Let me go.”

Zoro stubbornly keeps a secure grip on Sanji’s arm. “No,” he says, glaring back at him. “You’re going to do something stupid.”

There’s always been something between him and Zoro that Sanji is secretly grateful for, a kind of bond he can’t quite put a name on yet. He treasures it, wouldn’t have wanted it any other way, but in this moment, he hates how Zoro can read him like a book.

“What?” He lies, feigning ignorance. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know,” Zoro admits.

“Then let me go,” he says, trying to shake Zoro off again. “You’re being weird.”

“No.”

“Zoro, I swear —“

“No, because I’m not going to lose you again!” Zoro snaps, voice raising loud enough to make Nami glance at them in concern. “You have this — this look, in your face, as soon as things go South. Like suddenly you’re responsible for everyone’s safety at the cost of your own, and you think you have to —“ Zoro’s grip on Sanji’s arm tightens, and his voice is rough when he spits out, “bleed yourself dry like it’s nothing.”

It’s rare, to see Zoro so…affected. Sanji’s omega is more attuned to an alpha’s emotion, and right now he can sense Zoro’s distress in the space between them, almost suffocating. Their relationship has been strained ever since the event at Thriller Bark, and this is some kind of a weird, fucked up culmination of it.

He feels indignant, considering he wasn’t the one who ended up almost bleeding himself dry, but this isn’t the right time to have this shitty argument. He also won’t admit out loud, but there’s no way he can argue with Zoro when the swordsman looks so hurt, so lost. Sanji would’ve mistaken the expression for concern — for love — but that’s one unrealistic, stupidly hopeful train of thoughts he isn’t going to pursue.

“Listen you stupid swordsman —“ he tries to argue instead when the wall behind him explodes in a bang and Luffy comes crashing down into the hall.

“Can’t you land any better?” He hears Luffy complain at one of Duval’s men behind him, and Zoro finally releases his grip with a reluctant scowl on his face. Sanji makes a show of cleaning imaginary dust from his sleeve, just to piss Zoro off.

“This isn’t done,” Zoro growls, and Sanji simply cocks his head towards Keimi. Zoro acquiesces, and they both stand side by side, conflict forgotten, facing a common enemy.

They have a friend to save.

#opfanfic #roronoa zoro #sanji #zosan #one piece #alpha!zoro #omega!sanji #request #I got the prompt and kind of wanted to get this one out first #I'll finish the main storyline soon

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