#Free Fire Clash Squad

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The Realm's Tragedy

Chapter 3 - Wooden Dragons

aemond targaryen x fem!targaryen!oc

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Summary: Maevys Targaryen is born into a kingdom overshadowed by calamity. With her mother Aemma Arryn gone, King Viserys consumed by grief, and Princess Rhaenyra adrift in sorrow, young Maevys finds herself at the heart of a fractured family. As she emerges from the shadows of tragedy, she must navigate the delicate balance between the remnants of a broken lineage and the impending storm of a new era.

As the dragons dance, the princess must learn to accept an unforgiving truth: All Must Choose.

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116 AC – King’s Landing

The floor of King Viserys I Targaryen’s chambers had become a mess of wooden toys and sprawling little children. The chamber, normally a sanctuary of solemnity and regal decorum, had transformed into a lively playground.

His offspring had been sequestered to the confines of the chamber for the time being, free to play as long as they did not touch their father’s beloved replica of King’s Landing. This miniature kingdom, a marvel of intricate craftsmanship, stood on a pedestal away from the bustling chaos, guarded by the vigilant eyes of several of Alicent Hightower’s handmaidens.

Maevys Targaryen sat at the center of the chamber, next to her younger brother Aegon. Encircling the children were about a dozen wooden figurines carved in the shape of elephants, knights, wolves, princesses, and stags. The sibling’s favored toys however, were the little wooden dragons, painted in vivid red and golden and green hues. 

Helaena Targaryen, the youngest of the trio, sat just outside the circle of play, her violet eyes twinkling with quiet curiosity. She gently caressed a dragon figurine she had claimed as her own, watching the make-believe of her brother and sister unfold before her.

Maevys’ scrawny hands gripped the carving of a pale, almost colorless dragon, waving the toy around in the air wildly. The dragon’s paint, though simple, seemed to come alive with her imagination.

“Whoosh Aegon! Woooooossshhh.” The little girl mimicked the sound of rushing air as she swept the dragon down over the line of knights that her brother had so carefully set up.

“Ahhhhh!” Aegon wailed dramatically as he knocked over his squad of little knights, seemingly toppled by the gust of wind that his sister’s dragon unleashed. 

“You’ll pay for that!” The little prince retorted, taking a golden toy dragon into his hand. Helaena’s giggles floated through the air, mingling with the imaginary roars and fire-breathing sounds as the two dragons clashed in an aerial battle. The room was filled with the symphony of their laughter, their voices blending into a melody of childhood joy and competition.

“Dracarys!” Maevys bellowed, her Valyrian pronunciation still rough but filled with the authority of a battle commander. Her voice rang out with such intensity that it startled the lady servants, who exchanged amused glances.

“It’s over Aegon, you’re dead now.” Her voice a mix of playful pride and unwavering certainty, signaling the end of their play battle and crowning herself as the triumphant victor.

The boy prince looked up to his older sister, eyes wet with tears and lower lip protruding in a pout, “No! You always win!” The beginnings of a tantrum began to bubble within the toddler, threatening to spill over and consume the entire room.

A handmaiden swiftly intervened, dabbing away Aegon’s tears as Maevys fiddled with her dragon. She was about to call her brother a “crybaby” when a knock echoed at the chamber door.

The woman left the three siblings once more to investigate the interruption. Aegon appeared calmer, only sniffling now as he looked to his sisters with wide purple eyes.

Maevys finally gave in, knowing she would earn herself a scolding if she did not make-up with her brother. “...M’sorry Aegon…” she mumbled, offering the little boy her toy dragon.

Aegon’s eyes lit up at that, hastily taking the dragon from her little hand. 

Around them, Alicent’s ladies began to speak amongst themselves, seemingly abuzz by whatever the reason had been for the knock upon the door.

One of them, returning from her errand, gathered the children with gentle urgency. “Let’s go, children,” she said, lifting Helaena into her arms with practiced ease. “It’s time to meet your new brother.”

Aegon was on his feet in an instant, his previous discontentment replaced with eager enthusiasm. “Let’s go! Let’s go!” the prince exclaimed, dragging another servant by the hand as she insisted he slow down and wait for his sisters. The prince had been brimming with excitement ever since Alicent told her children they would soon have another little brother or sister. Aegon himself had made it known to anyone who would listen that he was hoping for a brother. He seemed to have his fill of sisters with Helaena, Maevys, and rare appearances from Rhaenyra.

Maevys rose to her feet, secretly pocketing the pale dragon that Aegon had discarded in his excitement. Growing impatient, her brother took one of her hand’s into his remaining free one and pulled her along to the door.

“Come on Mae!” he whined.

The little princess herself would be satisfied with either outcome of a younger brother or sister, so long as they would play with her. Aegon, her favored playmate, was not only imaginative but also unafraid to engage in rough-and-tumble games—something the other children at court were often discouraged from doing. Unbeknownst to Maevys, this was because the lords and ladies had gone out of their way to instruct the children to do so. 

Now at 4 years old, Maevys was still a wisp of a child. Smaller than others her age, thinner even more so. The girl was known to be prone to bouts of the illness that followed her into this world, latching onto her as she was pulled from her mother. On several occasions, Maevys had been racing around the winding halls of the Red Keep with Aegon when she would feel a fluttering of her rapid heart. She would stop behind her brother, gasping for breath as her surroundings started to blur. 

Other times, the princess would stroll through the castle gardens or the Godswood with her elder sister Rhaenyra, begging her to share stories that ranged from her days as a young princess to moments high in the sky atop Syrax. In the midst of reveling in her sister's memories, Maevys would feel a great wave of fatigue wash over her like heavy rainfall. Rhaenyra could feel Maevys slipping away from her then, and would look down to see the little girl crouched to the ground below, as though walking another step was too great a task. She would carry her sister back to her room, tucking her into bed and ordering her to rest. Oftentimes, Maevys could not even muster the strength to protest, and would drift off into a sleep filled with dreams where she could run and climb and play for as long as she pleased.

“Hurry!” Aegon exclaimed as the parade of Targaryen children, accompanied by their servants, descended down the corridor, with Aegon excitedly leading the charge. 

“Prince Aegon, slow down!” A particularly weary looking handmaiden chided. 

Her pleas did not slow the boy, who rounded a corner and flew down the flight of stairs leading to his mother’s chambers. Before anyone had the chance to stop him – or even keep up with him – Aegon threw open the door. 

“Mummy!” the prince proclaimed, announcing their arrival. 

Maevys followed behind, her excitement tempered by a quiet anticipation. Helaena, nestled securely in the arms of her attendant, looked around with wide, curious eyes.

Alicent Hightower lay in bed, a thin sheen of sweat gracing her forehead. Clad in a thin night shift and robe, her auburn hair was neatly woven into a loose braid. Maevys looked at the woman and noticed she looked quite exhausted, though she did not fully understand why. 

Viserys was perched next to his wife, his gaze tender as he looked at the swath of cloth nestled in her arms. He looked up a moment to acknowledge Aegon, and then his eyes finally landed on Maevys, a smile breaking across his face. 

Upon hearing a small cry, the princess’s attention was redirected to the swath of cloth that was nestled into the Queen’s arms. 

Was that it? The baby?

“Come here children, come meet your brother.” The King ushered the siblings over with a wave of the hand. 

Aegon, who didn’t need to be told twice, came running over to his mother’s bed. The little boy pushed himself atop the plush covers, crawling up next to Alicent.

“Careful, Aegon,” the Queen's voice was gentle, though tinged with fatigue. “Be gentle. This is Aemond.”

Helaena was placed beside Aegon, her violet eyes peering down with a mixture of wonder and curiosity. The sight of the tiny, sleeping babe seemed to capture the imagination of the two older siblings, who stared in silent awe.

“Aemond,” his brother echoed in a whisper, testing out the name for himself. 

Maevys stayed rooted in her spot across the room, unsure if she was truly welcomed into the intimate moment. Aegon and Helaena were her brother and sister, but Alicent was not her mother.

The princess was only a girl of four, but she understood well enough that her true mother was gone – dead. She’d heard it in wistful whispers from her father, when he would tuck her into bed some nights and thinking she was asleep, whisper to a woman called, “Aemma.” When she wandered into her elder sister’s room, seeking solace from boredom, she would ask about this elusive woman. Rhaenyra’s eyes would momentarily cloud over, then clear as she spun tales of their mother’s gentle nature, a woman the princess had never known.

It was hard – being a motherless daughter. 

“Come here, my girl.” The voice of her father roused Maevys from her position, small footsteps echoing off of the stone floor until she stopped at the foot of the bed. 

Alicent looked over the girl with a surprising softness. Maevys had always been cautious around the Queen. Perceptive as she was, it was not lost on the child how rooms would grow chillier when Alicent and Rhaenyra found themselves in each other’s company. She wondered whether or not this attitude may extend to her, though it did little to separate her from Alicent’s children. 

“It’s alright. Say hello, Maevys.” The Queen assured the child.

The princess bounded over to her father, who took her into his arms, granting her a better view of her new brother.

Peering down into the bundle of blankets, Maevys saw what looked to be a small pink doll, eyes closed and snuggled into the cloth. A light covering of white fluff graced the doll’s head. 

“He looks..squishy. And funny.” Maevys said – it was all she could make of the babe.

Viserys chuckled at her discernment, “I’m afraid all babes look strange, my dear, when they are first born. Though soon, he will grow big enough to play with you. And Aegon and Helaena.” He added the last two names as though they were an afterthought. 

Helaena clumsily climbed over her older brother, eager to get a closer look at the tiny, wrinkled bundle that had everyone’s attention. Aegon held onto his little sister as she leaned into their mother, the babe still in her arms. Helaena reached out and gave a small poke to the babe’s cheek before anyone had the chance to stop her.

“Helaena!” Aegon giggled, amused by his sister’s unabashed curiosity.

“Gentle, Helaena.” Alicent reminded her daughter. She observed as Aemond’s face scrunched up in surprise at the unexpected prod. The baby’s violet eyes blinked open, meeting Helaena’s gaze with a curious stare.

Helaena beamed at her little brother, her excitement barely contained.

“Is that Aemond’s egg?” Aegon outstretched a pointed finger to the hearth on the opposite side of the chamber. Nestled amongst the blazing coals lay a large dragon egg, covered in iridescent pale orange scales. Faint flickering flames danced across the surface of the egg beautifully, reflecting in the eyes of the Targaryen children. 

Maevys could not help but be mesmerized at the sight. Maybe if she looked hard enough, she would be able to see under the hard outer shell and glimpse the little dragon cocooned inside, waiting to be awakened. 

She felt her throat tighten at the thought and decided to push the nasty feeling away.

“Yes…” Viserys replied, rather cautiously. Aegon had been given a cradle egg, though it never hatched. Helaena had fallen to the same fate. And well, Maevys…she was never given an egg to begin with. And although Maevys’ siblings were as dragonless as her, they were afforded one thing she was not:

A chance to claim one in the future. 

There were several riderless dragons, and countless unlaid eggs, waiting for Aegon and Helaena. But for his second born daughter, Viserys had forbidden her from ever claiming a dragon, insisting that she would always be too sick, frail, weak, delicate, and unwell, among other innumerable things, to ever dream of riding one. It was a decision that led the girl to shed enough tears over the years to fill Blackwater Bay.

Maevys felt small, almost weightless in his arms. He could practically feel her heartbeat against him, thumping away far too quickly. 

A few more moments of shared wonderment over Aemond Targaryen persisted, with mother and children looking at the little one in quiet awe. But Maevys only watched the babe’s cradle now, picturing how the egg would look when placed inside.

A knock echoed through the room to disturb the peace, with a knight soon entering to deliver a curt announcement. “Princess Rhaenyra, Your Grace.” With a brief nod, the man exited, leaving the heir to the Iron Throne to step into the room.

Maevys' face brightened at the sight of her sister, but her joy was fleeting as she remembered the presence of the woman seated beside her.

Alicent however, seemed largely indifferent to the interruption, perhaps too exhausted to care. 

“Father – Queen Alicent,” Rhaenyra gave a strained acknowledgement, “You summoned me? I heard the babe arrived.” She looked over at the bundle of cloth curiously. 

“Yes, healthy and with ease.” Alicent assured through tight lips.

Maevys shifted around awkwardly in her father’s grasp.

“Well, come closer, Rhaenyra. Meet Aemond!” Viserys called, moving to meet his daughter halfway and guiding her to the bed. 

The elder princess leaned over Alicent, casting her gaze on the newborn. The sight of the peaceful, sleeping babe slightly eased the furrow in her brow. 

“A boy,” Rhaenyra breathed, an unknown expression to Maevys hidden in her features.

“Aemond.” Viserys recounted the babe’s name to his daughter.

She politely nodded. “Congratulations, Father. Alicent.” 

“And…how are you feeling?” Her sister continued, addressing the Queen now.

“Oh – I am fine. Tired but…I am well. Thank you.” Alicent, seemingly taken aback by the sincere inquiry, stumbled to get her words out.

Rhaenyra nodded, “I am glad to hear it,” turning to her father, her gaze fell on Maevys, “I’ll take Maevys now, Father. We should leave you all to enjoy some privacy with little Aemond.”

“B-but, I want to play with Aemond!” Maevys protested.

“Yeah!” Aegon piped up from beside his mother.

Rhaenyra offered a small smile, “There will be time for that yet. Let’s let Queen Alicent rest now.” 

Maevys looked to her father with wide eyes, but found no argument from him. She took another fleeting look at her new brother, warm and peaceful in his mother’s lap. The king deposited his youngest daughter onto the floor, leaving her to reluctantly come to Rhaenyra’s side. 

The pouting princess waved goodbye to her siblings. A look of reserved appreciation came over Alicent’s face, “Thank you…Rhaenyra.” Her voice was soft.

Rhaenyra stiffly nodded and began her exit, Maevys following closely behind. 

“Daughter,” Viserys called from behind them. Rhaenyra and Maevys both turned, unsure which of them he was referring to.

“I should like to meet with you this evening. We must begin discussing the particulars of your betrothal.” The man’s tone was measured, as it was not a question, but an order.

Alicent stiffened minutely at the exchange, focusing her attention to her newborn once more.

With another strained nod, Rhaenyra quickly took her leave with Maevys bringing up the rear.

Once out in the hallway, the two were closely followed by Ser Harwin Strong, Rhaenyra’s newly named shield. Maevys found his presence comforting enough, as did her sister, though she missed the constant shadow of Ser Criston Cole. The knight had shown her kindness, as she thought he had with Rhaenyra. When she tried to inquire about Cole’s sudden absence, Rhaenyra simply told her sister, “He now has responsibilities elsewhere.”

Maevys quietly observed her older sister as she struggled to keep in step with her pace. Rhaenyra seemed to be making a beeline for her chambers, and Maevys intended to weasel her way into them as well, now deprived of her prior company.

She had heard the word “betrothal” tossed around by their father often as of late, and every mention of the term produced a lingering frown from Rhaenyra.

“Nyra?” the little girl asked aloud. Her voice seemed to rouse Rhaenyra from her thoughts.

“Oh - yes, sweet girl?” The princess looked down to her sister.

“What is…betrothal?” She asked cautiously, tripping over her pronunciation of the unfamiliar word. 

Rhaenyra pursed her lips. Ser Harwin cleared his throat from behind the two.

The three of them had finally reached the elder princess’ room before she spoke again. “Come inside Mae,” Rhaenyra held her door open as Maevys ran inside under her arm, grateful for the invitation. The little girl made herself comfortable at a table just inside the chamber, rummaging through one of the pockets of her dress to fish out the toy dragon she had taken.

Rhaenyra nodded to her knight, “Thank you, Ser Harwin.”

“Princess,” Harwin Strong replied gruffly, taking his leave.

The door shut behind Rhaenyra as Maevys trotted her wooden dragon across the length of the table. Her sister took the seat opposite of her, watching the little girl play with the toy, a faint smile gracing her face in the privacy of the room.

“You are quite fond of that dragon, sister. That little gray one.” 

Maevys looked up, meeting her sister’s gaze. She absentmindedly hummed in agreement, continuing with her game, “I don’t have a real one…so I like playing with this one.” A hint of restrained sadness intertwined in the child’s words.

Rhaenyra frowned again. She couldn’t even argue with the girl – what she said rang true. It was a slight that gnawed at Maevys constantly. Her little sister would often ask to accompany Rhaenyra to the dragonpit, just to glimpse Syrax. 

The elder princess decided to turn to other matters. “Do you remember Laenor – our cousin? He is the son of aunt Rhaenys.” 

Maevys had met the young man once, though the memories of children were fickle. “I think so…” she trailed off, waving her dragon in the air.

Rhaenyra sucked in a breath of air, “I am to marry Laenor. That is what a betrothal is. It is what father speaks of.”

The little girl dropped her raised arm, “Oh.” 

A funny feeling settled in her stomach. “So…you will leave?”

Rhaenyra’s head shot up, “What? Of course not.” She could not contain her chuckle, amused by her little sister’s concern over something she would never dream of doing to her.

She got up from her seat and planted herself next to Maevys, sitting the girl in her lap. “I would never leave you, understand?”

The little girl nodded, disregarding her toys and looking into her sister’s face. 

“Though Laenor will be living here soon enough,” Rhaenyra ran a hand through her sister’s unruly hair, “After we are to wed.”

Maevys nodded and sat there a moment, mulling over her words. “Are you…happy?” She dared to ask. The princess thought marriage was to be a joyful thing, from what little her Septa had told her of it, but Rhaenyra did not seem pleased at all by the mere mention of it.

The elder girl felt a few tears threaten to slip from her sister’s innocent question. She should be happy – yes. That is what marriage was supposed to be. Yet, reality was far more complicated.

“I think…one day I will be.” Rhaenyra told her sister, choosing honesty over pretense. Maevys looked up at her sister, her young eyes reflecting confusion and concern, “Will Laenor be good to you?”

Rhaenyra smiled, a bittersweet expression. “He will be kind, I have no doubt.”

The little girl’s face brightened a little at the reassurance, and she hugged her sister tightly. “I don’t want you to be sad.”

“I’m not very sad, Mae,” Rhaenyra assured her, holding her sister close. “Change is a constant in this world. Yet, come what may, we will always have each other.”

Maevys nodded, feeling a little better, though not fully grasping the weight of her sister’s words. She picked up her wooden dragon again, feeling its weight in her small hand.

“What did you think of Aemond?” She asked Rhaenyra, wishing to move on to a lighter topic. 

The elder girl exhaled a weary sigh. “I think…we now have another little brother.” It was a lackluster answer, though Rhaenyra could not fully articulate her feelings to the small girl. It was a strange and unsettling thing, to watch your father have children by another woman. Especially a woman who was your own age. Maevys seemed to embrace and love their new siblings with ease, a grace that Rhaenyra found elusive.

And in that, she envied the little girl for it:

Uncomplicated affection.

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A/N: Apologies for the wait, i found this kind of challenging to write in all honesty. I wanted this chapter to focus on mae's relationships with her extremely dysfunctional family, how she perceives it from the eyes of a child, what changes have happened since she was born, and to explore her condition a lil bit more. next chapter will be another larger time skip, which i am looking forward to getting into. but no promises for how soon that will be out! …sorry hehe….

As always, thank you for reading and supporting <3

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Some of my old doodles with Morticians (and Newt - formaly he's a member of the Center). As you can see I was trying out some design ideas here

And now it's time for lore!

Crimson (skywing dragonet in the top left corner) as a baby dragonet was found by Varan in a destroyed village, so he remembers almost nothing about his life before the Scavengers. Little Crimson didn't spend much time with Center squad - after some incident he was transported to the Morticians under the pretext that he would be safer in such a peaceful and remote unit. Crimson sees Morticians as his family, and they think of him the same way) He's the same age as Salamander, so in the story he is 4-5 years old.

Parhelion (skywing-icewing hybrid in the middle of the top row) lived most of his life in the Skywing kingdom, but with the advent of war (and the escalation of tension between the skywings and icewings) he became the target of one of the anti-icewing groups and was exiled. Miraculously, he was found by the Scavengers, where Stargazer, who had already joined the gang, pached him up. By the way, he does not have fire or frostbreath - he is only capable of exhaling cold, harmless fog.

Irbis (icewing in the bottom left corner) and her brother deserted and joined the Scavengers, but were quickly sent to different squads - this was the only way to stop their constant squabbling and fighting. Interestingly, over the years her desire to rip her brother's head off finally subsided, and the last annual gang meeting even went without conflicts between the siblings. She mainly conducts scouting for the Morticians, protecting her team from clashes with soldiers and other dragons from the “outside” world.

Newt, like Stargazer, joined the gang of his own free will. Hybridity also changed the nature of his abilities - instead of the usual rainwing venom, he is able to secrete a substance that easily ignites by open fire. This property is actively used by Parhelion (in carrying out cremations), whom Newt provides with bottles of his “venom”

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Quiet Corners of the Galaxy, Ch. 22

Fic Teaser: While on a routine mission for Cid, the Bad Batch encounter a woman fleeing from the Empire. Crosshair suspects her seemingly free-spirited, nomadic existence is actually a cover for something else, but struggles to keep his attraction toward her in check as their personalities and ideals clash.

Relevant tags/content warnings: Crosshair/Original Female Character, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Periodic Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, 18+/Explicit

Read the full fic so far on AO3

Read previous chapters on Tumblr: Ch. 1 l Ch. 2 l Ch. 3 l Ch. 4 l Ch. 5 l Ch. 6 l Ch. 7 l Ch. 8 l Ch. 9 l Ch. 10 l Ch. 11 l Ch. 12 l Ch. 13 l Ch. 14 l Ch. 15 l Ch. 16 l Ch. 17 l Ch. 18 l Ch. 19 l Ch. 20 l Ch. 21

Chapter 22 summary: Things finally boil over between Dara and Crosshair at the beginning of a joint mission for Rex.

Special content warnings for this chapter: unprotected PIV sex; fingering; oral sex (m and f giving and receiving); dom/sub undertones; dirty talk; hate sex

They landed the Marauder at the edge of a forest as the suns were beginning to set, the royal blues of the foliage deepening to purples and then blacks as the shadows lengthened. The nights were long and cool on Xagalus, and they set to work making camp immediately.

After much discussion between Dara and Rex, they had identified a joint mission where both groups had a vested interest, and it was decided that Dara would join the Batch in undertaking it. Tomorrow they would divide into teams before first light to scout out the area and begin their search.

It was obvious that Omega was happy to be back amongst her family, and the men were equally happy to have her with them again. She ran and skipped from brother to brother, chatting constantly as each engaged her in their activities: gathering wood, making a fire, unpacking supplies, reviewing mission intel, preparing food. They were finishing dinner, all gathered around the fire, when her incessant curiosity finally drew her to Dara, who was sitting a little apart from the squad.

Dara’s interactions with the others, while cordial, had remained somewhat tense in the days since her deception had come to light. At times they all settled back into a steady rhythm, one which—if not exactly easy—was at least familiar, resembling the one they had established in earlier weeks. In other moments—particularly when Crosshair was around—the resentment and distrust felt more palpable, and were almost impossible to ignore.

Omega’s charms, however, were hard to resist, and the young girl felt certain that this solitary woman was just a friend she had yet to make.

“What are you doing?” she asked enthusiastically. Dara had already completed the painstaking ritual of preparing her tea and was carving something with one of her knives, shaving away thin, delicate strips of wood as a shape began to form beneath her dexterous fingers.

“Making something.” She passed her tea to Omega, who sipped at the straw, wriggling her little nose in distaste at the bitter beverage before peering more closely at the object in Dara’s hand.

“It looks… familiar,” Omega replied. Dara passed the tea along to Hunter, who shared it in turn among the group, an activity they had all—with the exception of Crosshair—now joined in many times.

“You may have seen something like it before,” Dara narrated as she continued carving. “I was living on Dantooine a while back, working on a sap farm. When I wasn’t working, I spent a lot of time walking, looking at the Bilba trees. One night, both the moons were out. I heard a noise in the trees around the next bend in the path. Then, all of a sudden, I heard a long…low…howl.”

Dara paused for dramatic effect; Omega’s eyes were sparkling in the firelight, enraptured.

The woman continued, “Before I could do anything, out jumped a large, terrifying creature, covered in fur, with horns, and big sharp teeth. I could hear more of the beasts stalking me through the shadows, the light of the moons reflecting only their eyes. But then I heard little excited yipping sounds, and out came…a group of tiny puppies.”

Omega was grinning happily, and Dara gave her a small smile back.

“It was a Kath Hound pack with a litter,” she continued. “When the pups reach a certain age, the mothers all go back out to hunt. The males stay behind and protect the young together. They can be fierce as anything; there’s not a lot of Kath Hounds around anymore, so every one is precious. I wanted more than anything to go check out the curious things, but I also knew better than to disrupt a family protecting their kids. So I high-tailed it out of there. And luckily, they let me.”

Satisfied with her carving, Dara leaned back and brought it into the light, revealing a horned Kath Hound with a puppy pressed tightly against its side. She handed it to Omega.

“For you. I’m sorry I kept your brothers away from you for so long. I didn’t know.”

Judging by Omega’s delight at the trinket, all was forgiven, at least on the child’s part. The girl excitedly leapt up to show her new possession to Wrecker. After a moment of hesitation, Hunter nodded toward Dara approvingly.

Of course, not every member of the squad was so easy to win over. Omega had barely left her side when Dara heard a hiss from Crosshair, who until that moment appeared to have been completely ignoring her.

“You’re sure you didn’t go ahead and spy on them for a while, maybe report back the location of the den to a few poachers?”

“I’m sure if you had been there, you would have just killed them yourself.” Dara stood and stalked off into the shadows of the trees.

Echo sighed. He thought this had gone on long enough. “Crosshair. I know you two have never exactly gotten along, but everything’s out in the open now. Dara’s on our side. We need to learn to work together here. None of us stand a chance against the Empire if everyone who could fight back is too busy fighting among ourselves.”

Crosshair was still seething. “Tell her that.” He shouldered his weapon, yanked on his helmet, and left as well, his dark armor disappearing in the gloom.

Omega looked troubled. “Should we go after them?” she wondered.

Hunter furrowed his brow. “Just…leave them be, and let them try to work it out.”

Crosshair picked his way among the trees easily, his enhanced eyesight helping him avoid branches and roots as he searched for Dara. He had spent the last few days on base avoiding her, barely throwing a glance her way.

It had not helped him put aside the memories of their last one-on-one encounter: the snarl on her face as she held the knife to his throat. The derision in her gaze when she looked at him. The pain in her voice. Her body pressed against his.

The time away from her had revealed one thing: he still wanted her desperately. He wanted to possess every bit of her, to have her drop to her knees in front of him, to hold her down as he entered her. He wanted to fuck the despair out of her voice and pity out of her eyes and replace them with something else. He wanted to grasp her by the throat and hear her beg for him before making her whine with pleasure.

There was a part of him that also wanted to shoot her.

When he finally caught sight of her, Dara’s profile was outlined against a pleasing blue glow. She was gazing across a bioluminescent river, which Tech had pointed out as they were landing. She leaned against a tree, worrying a flat stone in one hand. He stopped to watch her, a silent shadow, as she skipped it into the water.

Dara tossed three more stones before she finally spoke.

“You can come out. I know you’re there.”

Crosshair sidled up to her, removing his helmet. “How’d you know?”

She didn’t look at him. “I can always tell when you’re watching me.”

His eyes narrowed in the dim blue glow. “Since when?”

She shrugged. “I had a feeling, since the beginning. But I didn’t realize I should look up until I saw you climbing trees on Caameris.”

“Well can you blame us, for not trusting you?” Crosshair deflected testily. He shouldn’t have been so surprised, but he was furious nonetheless, thinking of how, yet again, she had been a step ahead of him—letting him see her like that, but still always, always in control.

Dara finally turned to face him, eyes glinting. “I never said I did,” she snapped.

Then again—Crosshair had had her on the verge of losing control before. He could do it again. He already had her halfway there.

He scoffed. “Of course not. You’d never blame the poor, stupid clone troopers who took you in. You wanted to trust us. It just didn’t stop you from reporting our every move back to Saw, did it?”

“What do you want me to do, Crosshair?” Dara spat back. “At what point was I supposed to tell you? That’s the job. If I went around confessing to every person who was friendly to me that I was a rebel spy I would be dead!”

The sniper advanced on her, sneering. “Tell me this,” he drawled. “Would you have told Hunter or Howzer, once you’d managed to sleep with them? Or were you only doing that for more information?”

Their faces were only centimeters apart, Dara glaring defiantly up at him. “Let’s get one thing straight,” she hissed, jabbing him roughly in his chestplate. “That’s not in my job description. When a mission requires sex for intel, I pay a professional. But if you hadn’t ruined it, I would’ve given both of them the ride of their fucking lives, and it would’ve been because I kriffing wanted to!”

“You…” Crosshair tried to spit words out—a retort, an insult—but he couldn’t. His voice was strangled by equal parts ferocity and need. Dropping his helmet, he reached out with both hands, cupping Dara’s face and pressing his mouth against hers roughly. Her lips moved just as forcefully back as he parted them with his tongue and pushed her up against the tree, reveling in how his armor trapped her under him even as he was overcome by the desperate urge to feel her body against his own.

Her fingers, as if responding to his very thoughts, began shedding his shoulder pads, vambraces, and chest plate, and he growled into her mouth with pleasure before trailing his lips and teeth along her jaw, her neck, her ears, moving his hands possessively to grasp at every one of her curves in turn.

It was only once she’d managed to bare Crosshair’s torso completely, sliding off the upper half of his blacks, that she started to bite back.

He tried but failed to prevent the sharp inhale of breath as he felt Dara’s teeth sink into his shoulder. The sound inspired her to continue, her mouth roughly testing whatever skin she could access, though her progress was interrupted as he shimmied her shirt over her head. In the pale blue glow of the river, he saw her tattoo clearly for the first time: four moons, evenly spaced along her rib cage just below her breast band, surrounded by a smattering of stars.

His slender fingers made their way down to her ass, lifting her up with both hands while pinning her even more tightly against the tree so that she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist for stability. She responded by raking her fingernails down his back; he let out a long hiss as he fought to keep hold of his self-control, then thrust against her, his codpiece making contact through her pants with the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center.

A needy moan escaped Dara’s throat against her will even as she tried to choke it back. Crosshair was already hard, but the sound made his cock press even more painfully against his armor. He wanted to fuck her senseless.

It was a challenge to keep his fingers steady as he removed her binder, freeing her breasts; he worried that his trembling would reveal his desperation. He kissed his way aggressively down her chest, shifting to cup one of her breasts in his hand while he tongued the nipple of the other, alternating lips and teeth. He heard another moan and nearly cursed when he realized it was his own. Her softness beneath him, the subject of his nightly imaginings since the day they’d met, was shredding at his self-control.

This encounter, like all those that had been steadily leading up to it, was a battleground for them both. Over the previous weeks they had been circling, sizing one another up, testing each other’s defenses. Unable to deny any longer the desire that kept driving them together, each of them was now stubbornly determined to gain control over the situation, to be the one that reduced the other to a whining, dribbling mess. Dara knew that he wanted her frantically, and that if she could only hold on a little longer, keep her own desperation in check, then victory would be hers.

She wanted to make him beg.

So Dara took advantage of the moan to go on the offensive, kissing and sucking along his neck up to his ear as she held his face tightly to her chest, scratching her fingertips along his scalp. Then she allowed her hands to drift south again along the firm muscles of his sides, stroking some of his many scars, before teasing her fingers along the v-shaped crease that led toward his groin.

“Do you want me, Crosshair?” she purred into his ear.

Crosshair forced himself to suppress whatever noise was trying to make its way out of his throat at her enticing tone, deftly unwrapping her legs from around his waist, resettling her on solid ground, and turning her to face away from him. He needed to regain some composure. He did want her, there was no denying that; but she was not in charge here.

He clutched her tightly from behind, one hand wrapping around her throat with a controlled, gentle pressure while the other slipped past the waistband of her pants.

“Burk’yc… Cyar’ika…” Crosshair’s voice was a deadly whisper. Dara suppressed a shiver as he began to stroke gently along the sides of her soaking cunt, his long fingers igniting a persistent warmth deep within her. “You’re dripping with need. This has gone on long enough. Tell me you’ll be mine, and I’ll reward you so well. Be good for me.”

“That’s not happening.” She reached behind her and began fumbling with his cod piece, making clear exactly what it was she was refusing: she wanted his cock, but she would not be good.

Crosshair raised her arms and gathered both of her wrists up in one hand, holding them tightly against the tree while he went back to his ministrations with the other, patiently stroking up and down along her wet folds, studiously avoiding the one spot she desperately wanted him to touch. He was certain he could outlast her.

“Yes,” he purred. “Submit to me. You want so badly to let go. Just let me take care of you.”

Dara, panting, only shifted her hips back and forth in response, rubbing her ass against his armor and bucking to move his hand closer to her clit, which was crying out badly for attention. Crosshair felt his eyes roll back in his head for a moment at this expression of her desire, grateful she was facing away so that she missed what it was doing to him.

“Be a good girl, and you’ll get everything you want,” he insisted, his breath against her ear. He traced his tongue along her piercings, tasting metal.

“Fuck you,” Dara panted out. His body pressed against hers, the menacing edge to his voice, the strength of the hand that held her wrists immobilized—it was making every fiber in her body burn with need. It was only her stubborn, defiant nature that kept her from whimpering and dropping to her knees to give him whatever he demanded. She had accepted, finally, that she wanted him, as loathe she was to admit it—but she would not let him win this.

Crosshair tutted, then used a knee to part Dara’s legs wider before deftly sliding one long finger all the way inside her. She cried out with pleasure, unable to contain herself, as he curled the finger, finding his target with all of his usual precision.

“So needy, mesh’la. You don’t understand what I can give you, how good I can make you feel. You just have to let me.”

He smiled wickedly against her neck as he heard her moan, then inserted a second finger. Dara was suddenly no longer thinking of winning, no longer thinking of anything besides the feel of Crosshair’s fingers inside her as he sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her veins, her muscles tightening around his digits. His thumb made its way to her clit, tracing deliberate circles that filled her with heat, rising higher and higher until she was sure she would—

“Tell me you’re mine, cyare.” Crosshair slowed his movements, keeping her right on the edge of her orgasm, waiting to hear the words.

He had gotten close, but he had underestimated her. Dara snarled and shoved a shoulder back into his chest, catching him off-guard enough to wriggle out of his grasp and push him to the ground. She was straddling his legs before he could even react, tonguing and biting along the lithe muscles of his abdomen as she detached his codpiece and the armor along his thighs. Too consumed with want and turned on by her feral enthusiasm to resist, he allowed her to progress until she had stripped his lower half bare, her eyes greedily taking in the slight curve of his erection before her mouth began teasing along his legs and pelvis.

Crosshair didn’t think he’d ever been this hard in his life. She made eye contact with him before licking a long, deliberate, delectable stripe along the underside of his cock, and he couldn’t suppress a groan as she worked her tongue over the head before taking his length without hesitation into her warm mouth. He knew exactly what she was doing as he felt himself make contact with the back of her throat, but for the moment he couldn’t bring himself to care that she was taking control, too overcome by the delicious sensation. How many nights in recent weeks had he lain awake, thinking of her tongue on him, her dark eyes shining up from between his legs just like this? He had lost count.

One of her hands ran her fingernails up and down his thigh, the other stroking his shaft in time as her head bobbed up and down steadily, drawing him deeper and deeper into her throat. She let out a small moan, the sound vibrating against his length, and he knew she was doing it on purpose to drive him crazy, as if the sight of his cock finally between her lips wasn’t enough. It took every ounce of his self-control, cultivated through a lifetime of soldierly discipline, to thread his fingers through her hair and tug her off.

Crosshair flipped them over, his strength and skill giving him the advantage as he pinned Dara down beneath him. He kissed her deeply, invading her mouth with his tongue, his fingers still tangled in her hair, before pulling the rest of her clothing off, exposing her beautiful cunt to the cool night air. He had to suppress a groan at the sight. With delight and a carefully bit-off moan, he nuzzled the dark hair coating her mound, realizing it must have been black everywhere before it turned silver—something he had found himself wondering often, late at night, alone in his bunk. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and wasted no time in spreading her legs, pressing his tongue flat against her clit and overwhelming her almost immediately as he began lapping and suckling at her with dedication.

She was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, a tangy sweetness he couldn’t get enough of. He could die happy down here, between her legs.

She wriggled, trying to reduce the all-consuming sensation, but he reached one hand out to her belly to hold her in place. He could feel the puckered skin of one of her scars under his fingertips and let his other hand wander to pinch at her nipple. His tongue teased dedicated circles around her clit, and she was whimpering now—the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

“Crosshair,” Dara managed to whine, her voice breathy.

Kriff. Finally, his name on her lips. It was all he could do to prevent himself from taking her right then.

“Yes, mesh’la?” he asked patiently, between careful, ruinous licks.

“It’s too much. I can’t.” Her eyes were screwed up tightly, one hand clawing at his short gray locks and the other scrabbling at the dirt.

The sniper smiled darkly, certain of his imminent victory over her self-control, nose still buried in her pussy. He nudged it patiently against her clit, eliciting a full-body shudder.

“Of course you can, burk’yc. Tell me you’re mine. Beg me for it and I’ll let you cum.”

“Fuck me,” she demanded.

Crosshair slowed down. Dara’s whimpers lessened as he eased off of her sopping wet cunt, slid his way up to her face, and pressed his lips against hers. She could taste the pleasant tang of her arousal in his mouth, feel his hard cock pressing against her thigh, and it made her moan again.

“That’s not what I asked for,” Crosshair growled.

Snarling, Dara kissed him back hard, biting his lower lip until they both tasted blood. The pain pushed Crosshair over the edge, his patience suddenly vanishing. He simply couldn’t hold himself back any longer, finally thrusting his cock inside of her roughly, forgetting all of his plans to win her submission as he was overcome by wrath and need. She cried out in pleasure, equally overwhelmed as he filled her completely, finally feeling him everywhere after so many nights trying to banish the thought from her imagination.

Their pace was impatient, urgent, as they fucked messily into one another, their hips meeting almost violently at the apex of each thrust. No longer concerned with making the other beg or moan, knowing that there was no victory to be had for either of them now, Crosshair and Dara raced their way to the edge, cries and pants and growls and grunts echoing through the forest and across the nearby river. Just as Dara could feel her climax slam into her like a rogue wave and spread in concentric rings of intensity outward from her belly to her fingertips, Crosshair let out one final strangled groan at the sensation of her contracting around him. Pure pleasure overtook him as he felt his hot cum fill her, and his thrusts petered slowly to a stop.

All was still. They panted and slowly released one another, Dara’s nails etching crescent-shaped marks in Crosshair’s back, his fingers leaving behind bruises on her hip and shoulder. He rested his head against her breast for a moment, whispering a string of curses too quietly for her to hear. She rubbed one hand along his back, the other absentmindedly stroking the smattering of short gray hair atop his head.

The unexpected moment of tenderness was brief before Dara nudged at him. Crosshair pulled out, rolled over, and watched her thoughtfully, searching his scattered armor for a toothpick to press between his lips as she got up and waded waist deep into the nearby river. He could trace the outline of every one of her curves against the blue phosphorescence, could see her nipples harden further and skin raise goosebumps at the cool temperature. She rinsed everywhere, washing away dirt, sweat, saliva, the smell of him, before floating lazily on her back for a moment.

He felt like he could watch her all night. He hadn’t gotten exactly what he’d wanted, but what he had gotten had been quite good: the sex, yes, but more than that, the fury. The need. The breaking down of her self-possession. Now, she even looked almost peaceful, like a solid fuck had done her some good.

Dara exited the water, lounging on a large, flat stone by the riverbed and letting herself drip dry. The air was cool; she was shivering a little as she closed her eyes.

She’d left her poncho behind, and Crosshair didn’t have anything to warm her with. They’d have to go back to the fire.

“Burk’yc, it’s too cold to stay out here,” he told her. “Get dressed.”

“No.”

It was a measured statement; Dara’s anger had dissipated, but she was making clear that whatever had just passed between them hadn’t fundamentally changed anything, hadn’t bridged the distance that set them apart in any way.

She infuriated him. She’d decided to keep being a stubborn brat, even after all that.

The sniper started dressing, snapping the pieces of his armor back into place and retrieving his rifle. She didn’t move, eyes still closed, breathing slowly and regularly.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded. “You can’t fall asleep out here.”

Dara turned toward him. He could see the mockery in her eyes by the glow of the river. “Oh, were you expecting to cuddle afterward?”

Crosshair considered, for a moment, throwing her over his shoulder just like that, carrying her back to camp, nude and covered in his marks, tying her up in the cargo hold and having his way with her for the rest of the night, until she forgot every word in every language she knew other than his name.

“Fine. Have it your way,” he spat out instead. He spun on his heels and marched off, leaving her behind.

The others were still lounging by the dying embers of the fire when he came stalking back. Wordless, he entered the Marauder; they could see him pacing back and forth past the hatch in a silent fury as he shed his gear before he finally threw himself down on his bunk, out of sight.

Omega was worried. She had noticed his split lip and the scratches and bruises along his neck.

“Was he…bleeding? Were they fighting?” The men murmured noncommittally, avoiding looking at her.

A few minutes later, Dara came huffing back as well, walking gingerly. She entered the Marauder and made her way to her hammock in the cargo hold, closing the door after her.

“She was hurt too. I think they did fight,” Omega insisted.

Wrecker looked mischievous. “Who do you think won?” He chuckled a little, nudging Tech.

“I don’t think either of them did.” Tech looked at the other men knowingly, while Hunter snickered. Echo avoided catching anyone’s eye, looking mortified.

“What do you mean?” Omega asked. She wasn’t going to let it go.

“Uh…I don’t think they were exactly fighting,” Wrecker hinted.

Omega remained adamant. “Well, then what were they doing?”

“Well, I think it’s time to turn in,” Echo said, a little too loudly.

“Me too!” Wrecker leapt up, and the pair extricated themselves as quickly as possible. Omega turned to Hunter expectantly.

“I’ll…tell you when you’re older,” he answered, shifting uncomfortably.

Omega rolled her eyes and looked at Tech instead. He seemed thoughtful, beginning with an educational tone, “Well, sometimes when two adult humans—or another combination of sentients, depending on the species—experience strong feelings of attraction—”

“Tech!” Hunter interrupted.

The bespectacled clone was unperturbed. “I assure you, I will provide an entirely scientific explanation,” he reassured his brother.

Hunter sighed. “Better you than me.” He left Tech and Omega to it, words like “pheromones,” “hormones,” and “intercourse” drifting behind him as he climbed up the ramp to the Marauder.

He hoped that Tech made sure to tell her it wasn’t always that violent.

The air onboard the ship was almost oppressively tense for Hunter’s enhanced senses. He sniffed; the smell of sex still radiated off of Crosshair, less so off of Dara. He could even detect the sour scent of their foul moods—not the most typical of post-coital emotions, but those two weren’t exactly the most typical of people, so he wasn’t exactly surprised. Dara’s breathing and heartbeat were becoming gentle and regular, but he could tell that Crosshair was still wide awake, gnawing on a toothpick while laying back, hands behind his head.

Hunter approached him and crossed his arms, looking down at him from the edge of his bunk. “Is this going to be a problem?”

Crosshair wasn’t in the mood for a lecture. “Piss off.”

The Sergeant, used to his attitude, was undeterred. “Listen. We’re all relying on each other, and we can’t afford to be so distracted that we put the mission in jeopardy. Whatever this is, just keep your feelings in check.”

“This isn’t about feelings,” Crosshair scoffed.

Hunter, rolling his eyes, knew better than to push him. “Fine. Then just try thinking with your head instead of your dick for a while. If you can’t manage that, then stay away from her.” With that, he left Crosshair to stew.

It was a long time before the sniper drifted off to sleep. When it finally came for him, he was thinking of Dara’s soft whimpers and the warmth of her thighs against his ears.

Next chapter

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Author's note: Okay I posted the chapter early because I was so excited for SMUT!!! Remember, kids, don't model your sex life after fiction. This is not a particularly healthy dynamic, get consent, use protection, etc., etc. Let me know what you think in the reblogs, please!

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I have a little Promare au that is mainly Acechiji and Zosan (qué puede que te interese @agreekdemigod)

For starters, Germa 66 is a government-allied company dedicated to studying the burnish and creating technology to counter burnish fire and to deal with and arrest the burnish.

Judge, obv, is still just a scum, he abused his children with the aim of making them burnish, an experiment to test their creation, the only one he failed with (or so he thinks) is Sanji, who he locked up with the helmet for 6 months until Zeff (who was the cook at Vinsmoke mansion, and who is not burnish) grabbed him and took him away with the help of Reiju and the brothers, who created a fire (to cover Sanji's just awakened fire) to help them escape and make Judge believe he had died or something like that.

After all, they know that having been marked as successful experiments, they have no way out. At least the experiments he performs on them are not as inhumane as those he performs on "criminals", none of which have cost them their lives. The experiments he does on his children focus more on the weaponry and chemical things they use to fight the Burnish.

Judge brings out the information that his home was attacked by burnish and that his third son is among the dead，that it was a miracle that he and his other children survived.

And he also turns them into a specialised squad to arrest especially dangerous/powerful Burnish. If some of the details look strange or unnecessary on the Vinsmoke's uniform, they are possibly the failsafes Judge put on his children's uniforms for emergency purposes, should they decide to reveal themselves or something, i.e. to better control them (under threat, at the very least), special, and rather painful, freeze dials will active and be injected in their bodies. Also their glasses and "headphones" have cameras and recording devices so Judge can more easily keep them under his thumb.

Sanji is raised by Zeff (who lost a leg due to his fire) and his restaurant becomes super popular, duh, and then he'll be frequented by the firefighter's rescue unit.

Among which are Zoro, Franky (mechanic), Nami, Usopp (mechanic), Luffy and Jinbe.

Zoro decided to become a firefighter to save lives after Kuina died in a burnish fire.

Luffy joined because his brothers are burnish and he knows what a person has to go through to become one, and then what it means to live as a burnish, so he wants to help other burnish, especially those who are just waking up, prevent them from being captured or escaping in solitude, things like that.

Ace and Sabo are the leaders of the "terrorist" group Mad Burnish, who burn things (without causing accidents, injuries, etc.) and rescue burnish.

Ace and Ichiji kind of develop a weird rivalry, but not really, the leaders of the mad burnish clash a lot with the Vinsmoke Siblings, and because of how they are, Ace and Ichiji tend to fight each other one on one a lot.

After a bad incident™, Ichiji goes temporarily away from home, farther than he usually does (he has a lake he likes to go to clear his head when the voice of the burnish gets to be too much or he simply wants to get away from home for a couple of hours) and he ends up meeting Ace, who's ready to fight, but he doesn't have his glasses or headphones on, nor is he on duty so Ichiji is like "not right now", but Ace is not taking it, they don't fiscally fight but their argument gets a tad heated and the anger frees some of Ichiji's flames, so the freeze dials in his clothes activate on response, Ichiji drops to the floor with a painful scream and Ace is like WTF yet immediately reacts to see snf try to help Ichiji, he ends up taking Ichiji to the closest hideout they have, where, after telling Sabo what happened, he gets help for the unconscious Vinsmoke.

Now, the bad incident™ in question is Zosan related, as in, the Vinsmoke's special team also responds and attends calls of people telling on burnish trying to live normal lives, and someone, reported the sous-chef of the increasingly popular restaurant Baratie, and Reiju was sent to check it out. Sanji had been having his usual flirt-argument with Zoro (who was there with his team) when Reiju arrived, being recognised and knowing what it meant for her to be there sent him into a panic attack that exposed his being burnish, and being on duty and under threat (not only her but her other brothers) Reiju jad to take Sanji with her, and then Zeff for trying to protect him and continuing on defending him even after she gave her an out.

And that's basically all I have for now (⁠☞ﾟ⁠∀ﾟ⁠)⁠☞

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This might be a bit of an intrusive question, so zero pressure to answer, but what’s your favourite tropes and why? (Feel free to reply to only the first part, I recognise the second is somewhat often private and personal) (P.S it’s FragileWriter - functioning technology is brilliant!! I can go on apps again! Whoo!)

In the name of fairness, one of my all time favourite tropes is the comfort element of character A fiercely protecting and defending B in their abscence; bonus points if they scheme and plot to bring B’s enemy down - but the icing on the cake is if B walks in and is left stunned at being sided with. Undying loyalty all the way, but also I just love the comrade of people being so loyal to one another that they’ll defend each other no matter what.

It’s kind of healing to write tbh 😅

Characters bonding around a warm, cosy fire via trauma stories and deep personal conversations complete with humorous exchanges is another favourite. Again, I love the unity aspect and I’m not one for small talk so I love getting into the nitty gritty.

Plus, there’s something almost symbolic about characters being in a secluded or isolated place, left to fend for themselves in the elements and forced to be in the dark, but surrounded by the light and warmth of friends or begrudging company. I like when characters are forced to be vulnerable with themselves and one another, or rather, when they choose to be.

And on that note, I shall end with long ramble with; I hope you’re having a brilliant day/night 💗

 AH IM SO EXCITED TO ANSWER THIS ASK!!!!

so in response to my fav trope (i have several but ill just pick a few). i LOVE genre clashes!! i love throwing a tragedy-built character into a romance, or a childrens-comedy-built character into a murder mystery thriller!!! i think exploring how two opposing things mesh and fill in each others cracks can be so fun!!!! (like when the childrens comedy character escapes murder by the culprit bc their looney toons physics defies mortality)

i ALSO love whump where one character just has the everloving SHIT beat out of them!! i find it so satisfying to write and read for some reason <3 soooo good every time. satisfies my little lizard brain hehehehehe

another is when character a is just so down bad and stupid abt it for character b, and even better when its mutual. idiots in love <33333333

weird one for the last one: i love when character a has been kidnapped, all their loved ones plan a rescue op, and then character a manages to unkidnap themselves-- ITS SO FUNNY EVERY TIME!!!! (best example i can think of is suicide squad remake where harley quinn rescues herself and encounters the rest of the squad mid-rescue, but ive written several of my own before that too)

I LOVE UR FAV TROPES AS WELL!!!! those r all so sweet!!!! i love characters scheming together heheheeh <33333 undying loyalty i am SUCH a sucker for ughhh <3333333 and the sharing of trauma is fun as well hehehe

[calowlmitygoddess]

POV Characters

where i ever to write down the story of Tanza, while the story is about the demigods and their godly parents, it would all be told trought the pov of their 'sideckicks' for a lack of better word.

Strychnine: Imay assistant/caretaker/servant/emotional support undead, all rolled into one. He's a human revived trought an artifical demonic core, granting him things such as higher endurance than regular undead, dark vision and resistance to magic. Strych doenst remember anything about his previous identity and has only retained technical knowledge about Neautra, the Natural world, History and the Demon Hunters. He knows he was killed for the specific reason of serving Imay and because of his knowledge, this doesnt distress him as much as it should. Thought he doesnt feel much, its as if his emotions werent brought back to life with him. Hes magically bound to Imay as her servant, and her toughts, feelings and wants often bleed into his to the point he struggles to distinguish what are her tougths and what are his, this however is very much one sided.

Garlasia: a hot shot rising star Huntress along with her squad, Garlasia is a drakin wielder of fire, with her quick witted fiery personality she conquers the people around her. Garly often butts heads with authority, she does her own thing and so far it has worked for her, probably helps she's the niece of the current Royal Huntress. Garly and her squad have been put as 'handlers' of Hiraki after a major blunder on his part. Garly sees right past Hiraki fake persona and often calls him out, as well not respecting his perceived authority, they often clash. He doesnt get along any better with the rest of the team. Garly is impulsively brave, agressive in her fights, loud and cheerful,friendly by nature and all around Good Girl. Not the smartest cookie when it comes to technical knowledge or planning, she prefers to improvise on the fly, being able to read situations and react to it quickly.

Cory: A half demon, Cory was created by a dark mage along with dozens of other half demons as servants and essentially guard dogs. They lived their early years in this state of servitute, semi feral living off scraps their masters dropped for them and their siblings. Until they all were freed by the Crimal group Dressia was a part of, while many of the surviving half-demons scaped never to be seen again, Cory was one of the few that were taken in by the group, and due to their closeness in age to Dressia, Hera allowed the half demon to stay with the girl. Dressia helped Cory to speak, read and write and the two became extremely close friends. Once free, Cory personality was able to blossom, and they are sly, sarcastic and have a short temper, Cory has the habit of hoarding things, and they love the finer things in life.Fiercely loyal and protective of Dressia, they often try to push her away from overextending herself, despite enjoying their current very adventurous lifestyle, secretly Cory really wants to just...run away from it all, and experience a peace for the first time in their life.

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19th April

Concord Hymn by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Battle of Lexington and Concord, the opening battle of the American War of Independence, took place on this day in 1775. An inconclusive clash between a Massachusetts Patriot militia and a squad of Redcoats, the fight nonetheless marked the irrevocable descent into war between the American colonies and the British Crown. The war would last eight years and end with the secession of the colonies from the British Empire and, ultimately, the formation of the United States of America.

The Battle of Lexington by William Barnes Wollen (1910). Source: Wikipedia

Concord Hymn

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,

Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,

Here once the embattled farmers stood

And fired the shot heard round the world.

The foe long since in silence slept;

Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;

And Time the ruined bridge has swept

Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.

On this green bank, by this soft stream,

We set today a votive stone;

That memory may their dead redeem,

When, like our sires, our sons are gone.

Spirit, that made those heroes dare

To die, and leave their children free,

Bid Time and Nature gently spare

The shaft we raise to them and thee.

The American foundational myth of national revolution against foreign tyranny has been carefully curated. However, in what many scholars now describe as a civil war, the outcome was disastrous for many Americans - principally Loyalists forced into ruinous exile in Canada, and black Americans condemned to continued slavery.

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If you are a good level or professional level player in Free Fire and you want to create your future in gaming, especially in Free Fire and you want to start your journey from YouTube so here I suggest some Free Fire Youtube Channel Names. Why A Good Channel Name Is Important A unique good name is most important for the growth of the channel your name could be different from others if you pick any difficult name that is hard to memorable so it is hard for people to find your channel so you need to pick an easy name which can anyone easily remind and your name should be creative which suits your channel content Why YouTube channel is important for starting a gaming career? in this generation, most people know the growth of the gaming industry. the gaming industry is way bigger than we expected it worth $160bn which is higher than Hollywood or any type of career so being a gamer is an awesome career there is youtube is a platform that can help you show gaming skills there is no limitation of gaming career you can start your gaming career from any game like:-Free Fire, Pubg, Cod Mobile, Fortnite, etc and there is no age limitation you can earn by showing your gaming skills Why Free Fire is a good starter? there are many online games but Free Fire and pubg have a large number of players you know the craze of Free Fire or pubg these games have 1+billion players around the world so starting your career from it is a good option in India. Here Are Some Best Free Fire Youtube Channel Name for Gaming:-

You need to make your name that equally matches your content otherwise if you can't get any names regarding your GAMING channel Names there are some suggested names if any name suits your channel then you pick it up:- Gamergenix Gamer Ace Gamera Gamer Hayato Gamer Condition Gamer Gamerlaza Gamer Outcast Gamer Level Gamerfluent Gamer Odyssey Gamer Lucky Gamerorama Gamer Survival Alpha Gamer Gamer Core Gamer Hyper Gaming Clash Gamer Squad Gamer Controller Gamer Intuition Games Throne Games Quick Gaming Electric Games Havoc Guardian Gaming Binary Gaming Odyssey Gaming Gamer Zone Incubator Gaming Bros Gaming Infinity Gaming Gamingzen Gamingporium Bot Gaming Insight Gaming Dark Gaming Noob Gaming Kingdom Gaming Gamingopolis Evil Gaming Knight Gaming Surge Gaming Gamingtastic Fire Fusion FF King Fire Outlaw Fire Rage Free Joker Fire Royale Fire Addict FF Gaming Gaming Gaming Boss FF GamePlay FF Hub Gaming Hub FF Mania Nextgen Gamer Gen_Z Gaming FF GamePlay GameHive GamersGalore GamingGenius GameGurus GamerZone TheGameCraze GamingGladiators GameStormers GameGurus GamingGlobe GameMasters GameOn! GameLegends GamingGazette GameGrid GameGalaxy GameZoneX GamingGalore GameGenius GameGurus GamerZone GamingGurus GameHaven GameGlory GameGrid GamingGlobe GameMasters FF Gaming king Bullet Blitz Sniper Squad AimAssault GunnerGuild AimArmy ShooterLegends TriggerTrio AimAssassins GodModeGamer GamingDeity GamingChampionX GamingSenseiX GodTierGamer Conclusion I hope you get a good Free Fire Youtube Channel Name otherwise making a perfect channel name according to your channel is a hard thing you have to keep this thing in mind:- the name should be short, memorable, match your content, unique, and catchy, which is very hard task so you have to take a good name seriously because your name is the presentation of your content Read the full article

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Fofana fires injury update as 10 Chelsea players set to miss Preston clash

Chelsea star Wesley Fofana has issued a three-word update on his recovery from injury this week. The French defender is continuing his rehabilitation programme after sustaining an anterior cruciate ligament injury back in July 2023. Speaking on Chelsea's pre-season tour of the United States, manager Mauricio Pochettino said he was hopeful Fofana would return from injury at some point this season. "Really sad, really bad news," the Blues' boss said. "We feel so sad. All we can do is to help him. We wish him all the best and hope it's as soon as possible be with the team again this season. I hope he can be ready to play . "We have seen all the information and know it can be difficult. The problem is different bodies evolve in different ways. Hopefully everything goes well with his recovery and he can be ready as soon as possible before the end of the season." Fofana has now offered an update on his recovery with a post on Instagram. The 23-year-old posted a picture with the message: "One day less." Fofana is just one of the long-term absentees at Stamford Bridge with the likes of Reece James, Marc Cucurella, Trevoh Chalobah and Robert Sanchez all still sidelined through injury. Pochettino revealed that Ben Chilwell and Carney Chukwuemeka will not be available to play for Chelsea against Preston in the FA Cup third round tie on Saturday despite returning to full team training this week. READ MORE: Kylian Mbappe breaks silence over possible Arsenal and Chelsea transfer with clear message READ MORE: Mbappe signs, Nkunku starts, Osimhen chance - Chelsea dream attack after January transfers The pair have both been missing since October. Romeo Lavia, Benoit Badiashile, Christopher Nkunku and Lesley Ugochukwu are all out the game too. Pochettino will be forced into rotating his squad, with Nicolas Jackson unavailable after he joined up with his Senegal teammates for the African Cup of Nations. "Chilwell and Carney are not available for tomorrow," Pochettino said on Friday. "We will see for the next game, Middlesbrough or Fulham. They are doing well, we are happy with their evolution. "Lavia is recovering after his injury. We don't know when he will return. Problem in his quad during the game against Palace." He continued: "Benoit I think is going to be available next week. "Armando, it's a possibility to play for him," Pochettino admitted. "I am going to tell you Christoph is not going to start tomorrow as he suffered issues during the week but he is going to be in the squad. We need to be careful with him. "Armando has the possibility to be more involved as he is one of our main striker. Amazing potential and qualities and now is to forget his injury of last year." Sign up to our Chelsea WhatsApp service and get all the latest breaking news and in-depth stories from football.london's dedicated Chelsea writers direct to your phone. By signing up to this free service you will be the first to know the news from Stamford Bridge as it happens. To join our Chelsea community, all you have to do is click this link to join and you're in! Story SavedYou can find this story in  My Bookmarks.Or by navigating to the user icon in the top right. Read the full article

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How To Win Every CS Rank With Random Players | Clash Squad Ranked Tips and Tricks | Free Fire

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Quiet Corners of the Galaxy, Chapter 7

While on a routine mission for Cid, the Bad Batch encounter a woman fleeing from the Empire. Crosshair suspects her seemingly free-spirited, nomadic existence is actually a cover for something else, but struggles to keep his attraction toward her in check as their personalities and ideals clash.

Relevant tags: Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Eventual Smut (it finally starts getting spicy in a couple more chapters!), Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use

Chapters posted 1-2x weekly!

Read the full fic so far on AO3

Read previous chapters on Tumblr: Ch. 1 l Ch. 2 l Ch. 3 l Ch. 4 l Ch. 5 l Ch. 6

Chapter 7 summary: Dara joins them on a mission. She performs a little too coolly under pressure.

“I don’t want her staying on the ship alone,” Crosshair insisted. The Batch was huddled together in the cockpit as they began their approach to the red planet which loomed largely through the Marauder’s viewport. Dara had returned to her makeshift room in the cargo hold just as they were exiting hyperspace, and the sniper meant to take advantage of her temporary absence to continue to voice his protestations against her involvement.

“We need someone to remain behind to provide a pick-up when we make our exit,” Tech insisted impatiently. “And our infiltration strategy requires five.”

“That won’t matter if she takes off with our ship and leaves us stranded,” Crosshair replied angrily. The others considered the dilemma; he had a point.

“Why didn’t you bring that up before we made this plan?!” Hunter protested.

“Why did you insist on bringing a complete stranger with us to break someone out of jail?!” the sniper shot back.

“Hey!” Echo, as always, stepped up to mediate. “Think this through first, fight about it later. Tech and I are needed to access the back entrance. Crosshair is setting up decoy fire at the landing pad and front entrance. Hunter and Wrecker are setting the charges to first draw their attention and later cover our escape. How about Hunter stays with the ship and Dara helps with the charges.”

Dara returned before the issue could be debated further. “Change of plans, boys?” she asked.

Hunter nodded. “Just a small one. How do you feel about helping Wrecker instead? You shouldn’t have to engage with anyone directly. Just a bit of sneaking around and property destruction to keep them occupied while we go after the real target. Not that we doubt your piloting skills, but the Marauder’s a complicated ship, and if things go sideways it might be a bit chaotic getting us out of there.”

“Oh, sure,” Dara agreed affably. “That and you don’t want to have to worry about someone you just met stealing your transport and leaving you for dead.” She chuckled at the squad’s vaguely embarrassed expressions, ignoring Crosshair’s sneer. “It’s okay, I get it. Trust is built, right? I’ll just go with Wrecker.”

“Yeah!” the giant clapped her on the back enthusiastically, nearly knocking her over. “This’ll be way more fun anyway!”

Tech set the Marauder down some distance away from the prison to avoid detection, and Hunter handed Dara a comm before they began the trek toward their destination. The Sergeant looked sternly at Crosshair as the sniper made to exit. “Watch their back,” he instructed.

Crosshair’s expression was disguised behind his helmet, but his voice had lost some of the hostility of their earlier discussion, and now sounded more amused. “Don’t I always?”

“That includes her,” Hunter called insistently after his retreating form.

***

After a short hike, the sniper, dug into position, watched through his scope as the others approached the prison, flanking it from the west. The team moved stealthily amid the gathering dark, pausing only momentarily for Tech to easily bypass the perimeter sensors. Inside the prison, no one would even notice a glitch on their screens as they drew nearer to the building, and the next foot patrol wasn’t due to pass by for another 20 minutes. In the meantime, the group separated, Echo and Tech heading to the back of the building, Dara to the landing pad, and Wrecker to the main entrance. He had no concerns about Wrecker; while he wasn’t the stealthiest among them, Tech had already overwritten any camera feeds with a loop, and his brother would be able to easily stun anyone he came across while planting the first set of explosives, which would draw all attention to the front of the building as Echo and Tech entered and retrieved their target.

Dara, however, was another story. Crosshair watched her closely, his keen eyesight still able to easily detect her shadowy form through his scope even in the failing light. He was not much happier at the decision to bring her along than to leave her with the Marauder, but at least here he could keep an eye on her.

But, of course, there was already a problem. The landing pad was supposed to be empty.

“Dara, you have company. Maintenance tech and a couple of droids just exited the building and are headed to the landing pad. Abort,” he instructed. It wouldn’t be ideal—the landing pad explosion was meant to cover their exit—but they would have to make do.

“Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.” Her voice over the comm was perfectly calm. He felt annoyance bubble up in him; the landing pad was well-lit, and they couldn’t afford to alert anyone to their presence before Wrecker set off the first set of charges.

“That’s an order. Turn the kriff around.”

“I don’t take orders from you.”

Infuriated, Crosshair could only watch as she turned her comm off. He briefly shifted his scope to Wrecker, who had just reached the main entrance. The nearby guard station was empty, apart from the crumpled forms of the two aliens who had been staffing it—at least, up until the moment that Wrecker snuck up behind them and knocked them out. His brother began setting the charges.

“Status update?” he requested over the open comm channel.

“Approximately 1.5 minutes to get the back door open,” Tech reported.

“Front’s gonna go boom in one.”

Crosshair moved his scope back to the landing pad, where Dara was crouching by a cabinet out of sight of the maintenance tech. She opened it, pulling out a vest and hat that matched the worker’s uniform, then stored her larger blaster in the cabinet and pulled the clothing on before straightening up. He grinded his teeth together as she headed straight for the maintenance tech, a look of confusion on her face. After a brief, animated discussion, the tech headed back inside, followed by the droids. She strolled leisurely about the landing pad, placing her own charges at regular intervals.

Wrecker’s explosion at the main entrance rocked the building, and Crosshair returned his attention there. Alarms began blaring throughout the prison, and only minutes later, a wave of guards cautiously filed out of the front doors, guns drawn. It was time for him to make them think they were under attack by nothing short of an invading army. Calmly, he let out shot after shot, letting each of them narrowly miss. From the position he had retreated to, Wrecker did the same, occasionally lobbing stun bombs. The guards scrambled, looking for cover. By now, Tech and Echo were well on their way to the target’s cell.

“Landing pad charges set,” Dara’s voice reported over the open comm channel.

A few minutes later, Echo indicated that they were on their way out, and a second explosion drew the attention of the guards. Even more of them exited the building in the direction of the landing pad as Crosshair alternated his shots between there and the entrance. Now thoroughly distracted on two fronts, the others would be able to make their exit from the prison nearly unchallenged.  

“Coming in for a pickup at the rendezvous,” Hunter piped up. First Dara, then Echo, Tech, and the prisoner, and finally Wrecker all converged on Crosshair’s position. He kept the guards pinned down until Hunter landed the Marauder behind them and everyone was on board, then made his way up the ramp himself. They were leaving the atmosphere before the guards even realized it was all over.

“So…who’s this guy?” Wrecker asked. The Rodian they had picked up at the prison stared at them with wide, glassy eyes as they entered hyperspace. He didn’t seem to speak Basic.

Hunter shrugged. “Cid didn’t say. Just said he was scheduled to be transferred from the local authorities to the Empire and her client wanted us to get him out before that happened.”

Dara raised her eyebrow. “You guys just broke someone out of jail without even knowing why he was in there?”

“Yeah, well…Cid isn’t always the most forthcoming about what her jobs entail,” Echo responded, his resentment toward the Trandoshan palpable.

“Mmmhmm…” Turning to the fugitive, she spoke to him in Rodian. They exchanged a few sentences before she reported back in Basic to the squad, pursing her lips critically. “He’s a bounty hunter. Works for the Hutts. They apparently weren’t interested in letting him undergo interrogation.” Crosshair thought she looked like she had more to say, but she bit her tongue.  

“You speak Rodian?” inquired Tech, with polite interest. He himself spoke several languages, and had developed his own translation program to help communicate in those he did not.

“Among a few others. I was a linguist, in another life.” A pang of sadness flashed across her eyes before she could tamp it down. “Didn’t work out.”

“Well, hey,” Wrecker announced cheerfully, “you could be in for a long career with us! You did great today!”

Crosshair’s anger, briefly forgotten amid his focus on completing their mission, flared back up. “Actually, what she did was disobey a direct order and put the whole team at risk.”

“I had everything under control. It was just a maintenance tech, not a guard. All I had to do was tell him there must have been some sort of scheduling mix-up because I was already assigned to repairs at the landing pad, and by the time he was inside trying to sort everything out Wrecker’s explosion would have made him forget all about me.”

The sniper pointed angrily at her with his toothpick. “That wasn’t your call to make.”

Her eyes flashed, but her tone remained calm. “Well, it wasn’t yours either.”

“Enough.” Hunter’s serious tone shut them both up. “Dara, that was good thinking on your feet, but next time, listen to Crosshair. We have more experience at this than you. If he says to play it safe, it’s for a reason. We said we’d take your help on a few jobs, but you’re not a soldier. We don’t want to put you in harm’s way if we can avoid it.”

Dara looked chastened. “Of course.” But when Hunter turned her back on them, she glared at Crosshair before retiring to the cargo hold, leaving him there to stew.

Next chapter

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  Chỉ còn vài ngày nữa là game thủ có thể trải nghiệm bản cập nhật Free Fire OB41. Trong bài viết này, https://euro888.club/ sẽ tiết lộ thời gian chơi và hàng loạt tính năng bao gồm nhân vật mới, thú cưng và những thay đổi trong chế độ BR và CS.

Đại tu chế độ Săn Zombie

Chế độ Săn Zombie, được đại tu trong bản cập nhật OB 41, hiện có một trang lựa chọn riêng, trong khi tùy chọn PVE cung cấp các tùy chọn chơi đa dạng. Ngoài ra, giờ đây bạn có một cửa hàng trao đổi ngoài trận đấu để tăng thêm chiều sâu cho lối chơi tổng thể. Hệ thống tài năng cho chế độ cũng đã nhận được những cải tiến.

Khu vực Đỉnh thay đổi

Khu vực Đỉnh ở Bermuda đã nhận được một sự thay đổi hoàn toàn đối với chế độ trò chơi. Toàn bộ địa hình của khu vực mang tính biểu tượng đã được làm lại để làm cho trò chơi trở nên hấp dẫn hơn, với nhiều địa điểm có sẵn trên khắp khu vực với một tòa nhà trung tâm lớn.

Cyber Airdrop trong chế độ Clash Squad

Cyber Airdrop là một tính năng mới trong “hòm thính” của chế độ Free Fire Clash Squad. Những Airdrop này lúc đầu sẽ trong suốt, nhưng sẽ trưởng thành trong một khoảng thời gian ngắn.

Giao diện Clash Squad

Giao diện người dùng Clash Squad sẽ được cải thiện trong bản cập nhật Free Fire OB41. Giờ đây, bạn có thể dễ dàng kiểm tra các giao dịch mua của đồng đội và chia sẻ số xu bạn sở hữu. Bên cạnh tất cả những điều này, bạn cũng sẽ nhận được thông báo khi đồng đội đánh rơi vũ khí.

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Tính năng Solo Dare mới sẽ có thể truy cập được trong các trận đấu của đội Free Fire. Về cơ bản, nó sẽ cho phép người chơi còn lại tham gia thử thách khi tất cả đồng đội của họ đã chết. Trên thực tế, nó sẽ nhường vị trí của bạn cho mọi người trong trận đấu và bạn sẽ phải sống sót trong suốt thời gian đó. Nếu bạn đạt được mục tiêu này, tất cả đồng đội của bạn sẽ quay lại trò chơi.

Nhân vật Suzy

Sau khi thử nghiệm trên Test Server, nhân vật Suzy mới sẽ xuất hiện trong bản cập nhật chính thức. Suzy sẽ có một kỹ năng gọi là Money Mark, với bộ kỹ năng thiết lập tiền thưởng, giúp người chơi và đồng đội nhận được nhiều xu hơn khi hạ gục đối thủ.

Cơ chế điểm khiên

Cơ chế Shield Points chắc chắn sẽ mang lại nhiều tác động đến lối chơi. Các chức năng này như điểm HP sẽ được tăng lên sau khi bạn gây sát thương cho đối thủ. Chúng sẽ được hiển thị dưới dạng một thanh màu xanh phía trên HP thông thường của bạn. Hơn nữa, khả năng của một số nhân vật được cấu trúc xung quanh khía cạnh này.

Điều chỉnh vũ khí

Với việc phát hành bản cập nhật Free Fire OB41, các trận chiến tầm xa sẽ có những thay đổi khi nhiều súng trường tấn công và súng trường thiện xạ hơn sẽ được cân bằng. Các loại súng như SKS, Groza, AK47 và FAMAS sẽ được buff. Đồng thời, AC80 và Woodpecker sẽ được điều chỉnh.

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Ngày phát hành bản cập nhật Free Fire OB41 và các tính năng chính được tiết lộ

   Chỉ còn vài ngày nữa là game thủ có thể trải nghiệm bản cập nhật Free Fire OB41. Trong bài viết này, https://sv88r.com/ sẽ tiết lộ thời gian chơi và hàng loạt tính năng bao gồm nhân vật mới, thú cưng và những thay đổi trong chế độ BR và CS.

Đại tu chế độ Săn Zombie

Chế độ Săn Zombie, được đại tu trong bản cập nhật OB 41, hiện có một trang lựa chọn riêng, trong khi tùy chọn PVE cung cấp các tùy chọn chơi đa dạng. Ngoài ra, giờ đây bạn có một cửa hàng trao đổi ngoài trận đấu để tăng thêm chiều sâu cho lối chơi tổng thể. Hệ thống tài năng cho chế độ cũng đã nhận được những cải tiến.

Khu vực Đỉnh thay đổi

Khu vực Đỉnh ở Bermuda đã nhận được một sự thay đổi hoàn toàn đối với chế độ trò chơi. Toàn bộ địa hình của khu vực mang tính biểu tượng đã được làm lại để làm cho trò chơi trở nên hấp dẫn hơn, với nhiều địa điểm có sẵn trên khắp khu vực với một tòa nhà trung tâm lớn.

Cyber Airdrop trong chế độ Clash Squad

Cyber Airdrop là một tính năng mới trong “hòm thính” của chế độ Free Fire Clash Squad. Những Airdrop này lúc đầu sẽ trong suốt, nhưng sẽ trưởng thành trong một khoảng thời gian ngắn.

Giao diện Clash Squad

Giao diện người dùng Clash Squad sẽ được cải thiện trong bản cập nhật Free Fire OB41. Giờ đây, bạn có thể dễ dàng kiểm tra các giao dịch mua của đồng đội và chia sẻ số xu bạn sở hữu. Bên cạnh tất cả những điều này, bạn cũng sẽ nhận được thông báo khi đồng đội đánh rơi vũ khí.

Hồi sinh đồng đội

Tính năng Solo Dare mới sẽ có thể truy cập được trong các trận đấu của đội Free Fire. Về cơ bản, nó sẽ cho phép người chơi còn lại tham gia thử thách khi tất cả đồng đội của họ đã chết. Trên thực tế, nó sẽ nhường vị trí của bạn cho mọi người trong trận đấu và bạn sẽ phải sống sót trong suốt thời gian đó. Nếu bạn đạt được mục tiêu này, tất cả đồng đội của bạn sẽ quay lại trò chơi.

Nhân vật Suzy

Sau khi thử nghiệm trên Test Server, nhân vật Suzy mới sẽ xuất hiện trong bản cập nhật chính thức. Suzy sẽ có một kỹ năng gọi là Money Mark, với bộ kỹ năng thiết lập tiền thưởng, giúp người chơi và đồng đội nhận được nhiều xu hơn khi hạ gục đối thủ.

Cơ chế điểm khiên

Cơ chế Shield Points chắc chắn sẽ mang lại nhiều tác động đến lối chơi. Các chức năng này như điểm HP sẽ được tăng lên sau khi bạn gây sát thương cho đối thủ. Chúng sẽ được hiển thị dưới dạng một thanh màu xanh phía trên HP thông thường của bạn. Hơn nữa, khả năng của một số nhân vật được cấu trúc xung quanh khía cạnh này.

Điều chỉnh vũ khí

Với việc phát hành bản cập nhật Free Fire OB41, các trận chiến tầm xa sẽ có những thay đổi khi nhiều súng trường tấn công và súng trường thiện xạ hơn sẽ được cân bằng. Các loại súng như SKS, Groza, AK47 và FAMAS sẽ được buff. Đồng thời, AC80 và Woodpecker sẽ được điều chỉnh.

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 Chỉ còn vài ngày nữa là game thủ có thể trải nghiệm bản cập nhật Free Fire OB41. Trong bài viết này, https://qc.nhat88.club sẽ tiết lộ thời gian chơi và hàng loạt tính năng bao gồm nhân vật mới, thú cưng và những thay đổi trong chế độ BR và CS.

Đại tu chế độ Săn Zombie

Chế độ Săn Zombie, được đại tu trong bản cập nhật OB 41, hiện có một trang lựa chọn riêng, trong khi tùy chọn PVE cung cấp các tùy chọn chơi đa dạng. Ngoài ra, giờ đây bạn có một cửa hàng trao đổi ngoài trận đấu để tăng thêm chiều sâu cho lối chơi tổng thể. Hệ thống tài năng cho chế độ cũng đã nhận được những cải tiến.

Khu vực Đỉnh thay đổi

Khu vực Đỉnh ở Bermuda đã nhận được một sự thay đổi hoàn toàn đối với chế độ trò chơi. Toàn bộ địa hình của khu vực mang tính biểu tượng đã được làm lại để làm cho trò chơi trở nên hấp dẫn hơn, với nhiều địa điểm có sẵn trên khắp khu vực với một tòa nhà trung tâm lớn.

Cyber Airdrop trong chế độ Clash Squad

Cyber Airdrop là một tính năng mới trong “hòm thính” của chế độ Free Fire Clash Squad. Những Airdrop này lúc đầu sẽ trong suốt, nhưng sẽ trưởng thành trong một khoảng thời gian ngắn.

Giao diện Clash Squad

Giao diện người dùng Clash Squad sẽ được cải thiện trong bản cập nhật Free Fire OB41. Giờ đây, bạn có thể dễ dàng kiểm tra các giao dịch mua của đồng đội và chia sẻ số xu bạn sở hữu. Bên cạnh tất cả những điều này, bạn cũng sẽ nhận được thông báo khi đồng đội đánh rơi vũ khí.

Hồi sinh đồng đội

Tính năng Solo Dare mới sẽ có thể truy cập được trong các trận đấu của đội Free Fire. Về cơ bản, nó sẽ cho phép người chơi còn lại tham gia thử thách khi tất cả đồng đội của họ đã chết. Trên thực tế, nó sẽ nhường vị trí của bạn cho mọi người trong trận đấu và bạn sẽ phải sống sót trong suốt thời gian đó. Nếu bạn đạt được mục tiêu này, tất cả đồng đội của bạn sẽ quay lại trò chơi.

Nhân vật Suzy

Sau khi thử nghiệm trên Test Server, nhân vật Suzy mới sẽ xuất hiện trong bản cập nhật chính thức. Suzy sẽ có một kỹ năng gọi là Money Mark, với bộ kỹ năng thiết lập tiền thưởng, giúp người chơi và đồng đội nhận được nhiều xu hơn khi hạ gục đối thủ.

Cơ chế điểm khiên

Cơ chế Shield Points chắc chắn sẽ mang lại nhiều tác động đến lối chơi. Các chức năng này như điểm HP sẽ được tăng lên sau khi bạn gây sát thương cho đối thủ. Chúng sẽ được hiển thị dưới dạng một thanh màu xanh phía trên HP thông thường của bạn. Hơn nữa, khả năng của một số nhân vật được cấu trúc xung quanh khía cạnh này.

Điều chỉnh vũ khí

Với việc phát hành bản cập nhật Free Fire OB41, các trận chiến tầm xa sẽ có những thay đổi khi nhiều súng trường tấn công và súng trường thiện xạ hơn sẽ được cân bằng. Các loại súng như SKS, Groza, AK47 và FAMAS sẽ được buff. Đồng thời, AC80 và Woodpecker sẽ được điều chỉnh.

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Garena Free Fire OB40 Update: New Features, Weapons, and Events

The OB40 update for Garena Free Fire has been released, and it brings a host of new features, weapons, and events to the game. Here are some of the highlights:

New character: Dimitri, a DJ who can create a smokescreen to cover his escape. New weapon: The M1887 shotgun, a powerful close-range weapon. New mode: Clash Squad Ranked, a competitive mode where teams of 4 battle it out to be the best. New events: The Top Up event, where players can get exclusive rewards for top uping diamonds, and the Clash Squad Ranked Season 7, where players can compete for the top spot. In addition to these new features, the OB40 update also includes a number of bug fixes and performance improvements. Overall, the OB40 update is a major overhaul for Garena Free Fire, and it’s sure to keep players entertained for hours on end.