#RAGE VIOLENCE SPEED SILLY

[star-trekster]

[secretmellowblog]

Another reason I dislike Les Mis adaptations that make Jean Valjean constantly openly angry/violent is because they miss that Jean Valjean is not allowed to be angry. The fact he is forbidden from expressing anger is, I argue, actually a very important part of his character in the novel!

One of the subtler political messages of the story is that some people are given freedom to express anger, while others are forced to be excessively meek and conciliatory in order to survive.

Wealthy conservatives like Monsieur Gillenormand can “fly into rages” every five minutes and have it treated as an endearing quirk. Poor characters like Fantine or Jean Valjean must be constantly polite and ingratiating to “their superiors” at all times, even in the face of mockery and violence, or else they will be subjected to punishment. If Gillenormand beats his child with a stick, it’s a silly quirk; if Fantine beats a man harassing her, she is sentenced to months in prison.

(Thenardier and Javert are interesting examples of this too. Thenardier acts superficially polite and ingratiating to his wealthy “superiors” while insulting them behind their backs. Javert, meanwhile, is completely earnest in his mindless bootlicking. But I could write an entire other post on this.)

The point is that….Jean Valjean has to be submissive and self-effacing, or he puts himself in danger. He can’t afford to be angry and make scenes, or he will be punished. The only barrier between himself and prison is his ability to be so “courteous” that no one bothers to pry into his past.

Jean Valjean is excessively polite to people, in the way that you’re excessively polite to an armed cop who pulls you over for speeding when you secretly have a few illegal grams of marijuana in the your car trunk. XD It’s politeness built on fear, is what I mean. It’s politeness built on a desperation to make a powerful person avoid looking too closely at you.

It’s politeness at gunpoint.

Jean Valjean has also spent nineteen years living in an environment where any expression of anger could be punished with severe violence. That trauma is reflected in the overly cautious reserved way he often speaks with people (even people who are kind and would never actually hurt him.)

So adaptations that have Jean Valjean boldly having shouting matches with people in public and beating cops half to death without worrying about the repercussions just make go like “???”

Because that’s part of what’s fascinating about Jean Valjean to me? On one hand, he is a genuinely kind compassionate person, who cares deeply about other people and behaves kindly out of altruism. But on the other hand, he was also “beaten into submission” by prison, and forced into adopting conciliatory bootlicking behaviors in order to survive. And it can sometimes be hard to tell when he is being kind vs. when he is being “polite” — when he is speaking and acting out of earnest compassion vs. when he is speaking and acting out of fear.

The TL;DR is that I think it’s important that even though Jean Valjean is very (justifiably) angry about the injustice that was inflicted on him, his anger is harshly policed at all times— by other people, and by himself. He has been told his anger is wrong/selfish so often that he believes it. His anger takes weirder more unhealthy forms because he has no safe outlet for it. His rage at society becomes a possessiveness towards Cosette and silent hatred of Marius, but primarily it becomes useless self-destructive constant hatred of himself. And while I might be phrasing this wrong, I think that’s what’s interesting about Jean Valjean’s relationship with anger— the way his justified fury at his own mistreatment gets warped into more and more unhealthy forms by the way he’s forced to constantly repress it.

[0x-cinder]

Fem!Reader is under the control of an unknown force. Zoro cannot bring himself to take her down.

Content Warnings: violence and a bit of angst (with comfort 🙂‍↕️)

"Who are you?"

After 20 minutes of belligerent fighting, Zoro finally dealt the finishing blow to his opponent, who crumpled to the ground with a thud. Sheathing his swords, he began scanning the battlefield for you, who had been fighting by his side until moments ago before another enemy pulled you away.

When his gaze reached you, you were doubled over on the ground, clutching your head as if you were suffering immense pain. The swordsman rushed towards you. Despite the chaos around him, the only thing he saw was you.

Then your body went limp, your hands falling to your lap. Zoro paused as you stood, arms swinging by your sides, clutching your swords.

You turned to face him. Relief rushed through his body as he saw that you were alive... but something was off. You weren't looking at him the same way you usually did, with bright eyes and a big smile. In fact, you weren't looking at him at all; your gaze was focused on the ground beneath his feet.

"Oi, you okay?" Zoro called as he continued his approach cautiously. He watched carefully as you moved into an offensive stance, drawing your swords as if you were about to attack him.

Your darkened eyes slid up to his, and your mouth twisted into a manic smile. "Roronoa Zoro..." You chuckled. Your serious tone and unfamiliar expression caught the swordsman off guard.

"Hey... That's not funny. Quit playing around." Zoro reached out to take your arm.

Then you attacked. Slashing at him first with your left sword, then your right. Zoro jumped away, barely dodging your blades.

"What the hell?" He shouted, "What was that for?"

You chuckled ominously in response before running towards him to attack again.

"I'm going to kill you, Pirate Hunter," you declared.

Zoro sidestepped your third strike. He didn't know what was happening, but this wasn't like you at all. Your attacks were clumsy and reckless. This wasn't how he taught you to wield your swords.

"What's with you?" he grunted as he drew his swords to block your assault. "Snap out of it."

You laughed, "Only on the defense? C'mon, have a bit of fun!"

Zoro's brain ran through a thousand reasons why you could be acting like this, each idea more confusing than the last.

"I'd love to spar later, Princess." he grunted, "but I really need you to tell me what the fuck is going on."

You swung both swords down with all your might as your laughter turned into a crazed giggle, "I knew it! You won't hurt this body. None of you silly Straw Hats will."

A shiver ran down Zoro's spine as your swords clashed against his. This wasn't you. This wasn't the girl he'd spent hours training, the girl that'd fall asleep during long meditation sessions, or the one that would bandage him up when he was too prideful to admit he was hurt.

The girl fighting him now was not the girl he fell in love with.

"Who are you?" he growled, pushing you back, racking his brain for a way to win without injuring your body.

"Great! You understand now!" ‘not-you’ smiled, rushing back towards the swordsman. "Come on then. Kill me."

This was hopeless. The swordsman started to panic as he parried one attack after another. His muscles ached. Your fighting style may have been sloppy, given the circumstances, but your strength, speed, and stamina were the same. "Give her back!" He demanded as he rammed his swords into yours, knocking your body to the ground.

"Not until I kill you and the rest of your stupid crewmates." The imposter smiled up at him, eyes glimmering with amusement.

Anger flared in Zoro's chest. How dare they use your beautiful smile to taunt him. How dare they look up at him like that with those stolen eyes.

Yet, despite his rage, he couldn't move. He couldn't attack even though he had rendered his enemy vulnerable on the ground in front of him. Not when that enemy was you. Shit, he thought.

"Zoro!" Usopp's voice called from behind the swordsman. "Knock her out! He can't control her if she's unconscious!"

There was a pause as Zoro watched the malice faded from your eyes, a mixture of fear and confusion taking its place. "Zoro?" you asked, sounding as confused as you looked, "What's going on?"

Hope flickered in the back of the swordsman's mind. He lowered his guard ever so slightly but kept the hilt of one of his swords poised to put you out if needed.

This could be a trick. He reminded himself.

"What was the first sword drill I taught you?" He asked, testing you.

"Zoro, what-"

"Answer me." He cut you off. It was an easy answer. The ‘forward figure eight.’ It had taken you ages to figure out how to coordinate your movements correctly, but once you got it, you absorbed the rest of his instruction like a sponge.

"Zoro please, you've taught me so much I-" In a flash, the fear vanished from your face, replaced by that menacing smile.

The imposter lunged at him.

The world went dark.

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You opened your eyes slowly, wincing as they adjusted to the light. A dull pain throbbed behind your eyes as you examined your surroundings.

You were lying in one of the beds inside The Sunny's infirmary, the sheets tucked tight around your body, your head propped up on the pillow against the metal frame headboard. Chopper stood across the room, absorbed in whatever he was doing.

"Chopper?" you called, surprised by how weak you sounded.

The reindeer jumped as if you'd scared him before whirling around to face you. "You're awake!" He cried, leaping onto the bed and pulling you into a hug.

You winced as pain shot through your head at the sudden movement.

Chopper pulled away. "Sorry. I'm just so glad you're finally awake."

"What…happened?" You inquired. Moments ago, you were fighting alongside the others, but you'd somehow ended up back on the Sunny with no recollection of how you got there.

Chopper shifted uncomfortably. "You were mind controlled or possessed I think, I'm not sure how the man's devil fruit worked but-" he paused. "You tried to kill Zoro. Managed to graze him a bit too before Ussop knocked you both out."

Your breath hitched in your throat. "I tried to…Kill Zoro?"

"He's okay, don't worry. Just a little...Mentally scarred from the whole thing." The doctor reassured you.

Guilt crept into your consciousness. "Is he...Upset with me?" you asked, anxiously fiddling with your fingernails.

"I don't think so?" Chopper replied, "He's been checking on you every couple of hours so I think that's a good sign. I-"

"You're awake." A gravelly voice sounded from the entrance to the infirmary.

You turned your head to see Zoro standing in the doorway with a blank expression, his elbow resting on his swords. His open shirt revealed white bandages wrapped around his chest. Your guilt intensified.

Chopper scrambled off the bed. "I'll give you two some space." He announced awkwardly before hurrying out of the room.

Silence hung heavy in the air for a moment before Zoro spoke. "What was the first sword drill I taught you?"

Your brows wrinkled in confusion, "A forward figure 8," you replied. You remembered because learning that skill was the first time Zoro had touched you, guiding your sword arm from behind, his breath hot on your neck. Your face flushed slightly at the memory.

Zoro exhaled and strode to your side, "I just had to be sure it was you this time."

You sat up on the bed to look at him properly, getting a closer look at the bandaged wound on his chest. You bit your bottom lip in remorse. "Did I do that?"

Zoro looked down at his chest. He said nothing, but the shamed look on his face confirmed your suspicion.

"I'm sorry." You apologized, looking up at him, "I didn't mean to-."

"You were being controlled." He cut you off, clenching his fists at his sides.

You looked down at your hands. "I know, but-" You took a breath as you searched for the right words. "There must have been a way to push him out, but I don't remember… I'm sorry."

Zoro sat on the edge of the bed awkwardly. "Maybe if you didn't fall asleep instead of meditating, you'd be able to guard your mind better."

You winced, "I'm sorry. I'll try harder."

Zoro lifted his hand to cup your chin, returning your gaze to his. "Stop apologizing. I'm fine. You're fine. No one is dead. I'll incorporate more mental training into our sessions."

"Why didn't you fight back? I could have killed you."

A faint smile crossed his lips. "Don't get too cocky."

"Zoro I'm serious."

A pained look flashed through his eyes. He moved his hand to caress your cheek softly. "I couldn't bring myself to hurt you."

Warmth spread over your face. "But I hurt you."

"Again, it wasn't you. I just-" he sighed and brought his forehead to rest against yours, "I just couldn't do it."

"Zoro.." You trailed off, leaning into his touch and placing your hand over his in attempt to comfort him.

"The worst part is that I know I'd let it happen again." Zoro let out a shaky breath and shut his eyes tight as if he were trying to erase the memory from his mind. "I'd take a thousand hits before I hurt a hair on your pretty little head."

Your eyes widened as an aching pain shot through your heart. "But…Why? I'm nothing special."

His gaze pierced through you. "Don't be an idiot." he let out a strained laugh. "Everyone on this ship cares for you. I care for you." he inhaled sharply and shook his head. "I mean shit, princess, I think I'm in love with you."

Your lungs forgot how to breathe. "You're in…Love with me?"

Zoro backed away slightly, looking down at his hands. "I mean what other explanation is there? If it was anyone else I'd have killed them instantly. I constantly find myself looking for you, thinking about you, worrying about you. Believe it or not, you're a huge distraction, but I just can't bring myself to stay away from you."

You stared at him in shock at his confession, feeling as if your heart was going to beat out of your chest. "Zoro I-"

"If you don't feel the same, that's fine." He cut you off; you'd never seen him look as vulnerable as he did in that moment, "but the thought of not having you around anymore kills me."

You brought your hand up to his cheek, daring to move your face closer to his. "You silly swordsman." You chuckled softly. "I'm not going anywhere."

Zoro froze, "You're not?"

"No." you smiled, "In fact...I think I'm in love with you too.

Inspired by Grand Line Fics' "They hurt you while controlled" stuff. (Linked below, you should check them out)

[iwoszareba]

Owlcatober 1: Protection

(post-game, demon Woljif, canon-typical violence)

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"Listen pal, you pay what we agreed to and we can part as friends. Simple."

Woljif did a background check on this guy and nothing extraordinary came up, just a small fry demon like any other, but something about his nasty grin was saying I'm not very good at poker and I have an ace up my sleeve. 

"And how about I just take what I want? What could you possibly do about that, half-blood?"

Woljif winced, back on Golarion everyone was making a ruckus over his abyssal heritage and when actually in Abyss he got berated over his mortal origins. You just can't please these people, can you?

"I'm a more powerful demon than you ever will be." he hissed.

This dolt was clearly looking for a fight because that was enough to get him raging. He flipped the table that was between them with intention to brawl but big swings of his fists were slow and unfocused, Woljif had no problem dodging around them. In return he was able to send a jolt of magical energy through his fingers to his opponent, making him stagger.

"Last offer. We end this now and you won't get zapped no more."

The big guy let out a gurgling laugh and moved his hand to a dagger on his belt. The moment it was free of its sheath it started to glow with a web of complex runes. One glance was enough to tell Woljif this was bad news. Terrible even. But he had a contingency plan in place.

"You are givin' me no choice."

Woljif grabbed a purple crystal he wore as a necklace and whispered a few words. Several copies of his visage appeared around him and started to run in the demon's direction. As Woljif expected that blade was laced with some powerful magic making even this klutz fight with monstrous speed. Left and right his illusions were vanishing on impact, still it gave him a bit of a head start before the demon noticed him disappear around the corner. Woljif knew this area well by now and could navigate to his advantage for a while but even that was not enough to beat a magically charged demon. A powerful arm grabbed him by his collar and hoisted him up into the air, his legs dangling helplessly.

"You really thought these silly tricks would be enough?"

Woljif wriggled to no effect but there was a grin plastered on his face.

"Enough to buy me some time, sure."

In an instant the dark alley was filled with purple light and the sound of opening portal. The air became dense, shadows grew longer. Demon's eyes opened wider, but he did not turn around, seemingly frozen in place.

A voice came from behind his back.

"I don't know what your deal is but that's no way to treat an honest businessman."

Woljif was unceremoniously dropped to the ground and the demon finally found the courage to swing his weapon at the newcomer. The dagger connected with the flesh.

"Chief!"

Woljif couldn't stop himself from yelling out but the concern seemed unnecessary. While the blade was deep in chief's gut his clawed hands were firmly holding the arm of the confused and terrified demon.

"I accept your sharp gift! In return I decided to spare your lousy life."

In one swift move he pulled the demon closer, now staring directly into his eyes. Claws started digging into skin and muscle beneath.

"Tell others that if anyone tries this shit with Woljif again: I will find you. I will drag the worst nightmares directly from your skulls and I will make them reality. Understood?"

The demon was nodding furiously, tears falling from his eyes as he did.

"Good."

And with that chief released him completely. Woljif has never seen a demon this big run away so fast, you could almost believe he still had the dagger on him.

He got up, dusted himself off and came over to Knave who was licking his lips in contemplation.

"Did he taste any good?"

Woljif asked trying to sound calm. He still thought there was something incredibly weird about feeding on people's fear but hey, at this point what about the chief was normal.

"Not really. The guy was a coward, they are always a little insipid."

I hope I don't taste like that anymore was not a though Woljif expected to have today but he couldn't help himself. But for sure he was not going to ask for confirmation.

"Here." Knave took the dagger out of his stomach with barely a flinch and extended it towards Woljif "That should cover whatever he owed you."

A long moment passed as Woljif just stared at the blade, both of them standing there in awkward silence.

"Yeah, sorry about the blood."

Knave piped up eventually and started to sheepishly wipe the metal with the edge of his shirt.

"It's not that, chief. I think you should take it as a payment for your help "

"Why? I didn't care about your money before and I don't care about it now."

Woljif was not sure if this was a case of being facetious or genuinely confused. He was no expert on such things but wasn't there some basic rule about fey and debts? And even without that… nothing comes for free. It just wasn't the kind of relationship he wanted to foster with anyone anymore.

"I dragged you all the way here and you helped me out, but I don't want this lingering."

Chief made a thinking expression and tapped the tip of the dagger to his chin twice.

"I see. Well, if you want to repay me you could always do that in stories. That seems like a sensible currency to me. And you always had some fun ones to tell!"

Something at Woljif's core stirred and he had to squash that feeling back down. During the crusade he decided that the two of them can't be anything more than allies… but something about chief's mischievous grin always made him want to smile back. He grabbed once again offered dagger and with a sigh he conceded.

"Deal."

[dangergirl64]

MLP OC LOREEE

The voting results are in! Here is the full lore of Danger!!

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Quick Facts

Species: Pegasus

Title: Retired Lieutenant of the Celestial Army

Status: Veteran

Current Work: Self-Defense trainer and advocate for assistive device usage

Assistive Device: Mechanical Wings

Feats: Medal of Honor receiver and first successful user of the mechanical wings

Danger is a pegasus with quite the history in the Celestial Army. She currently sports a very friendly and kind-hearted attitude towards others with a hint of silliness here and there.

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Cutiemark Lore:

Danger earned her cutiemark as a filly by protecting a group of younger fillies and colts from a sudden timberwolf attack. With no adults around, she used a wooden sword that her and her friends were playing with as a means to fend off the attacking timberwolf. Thanks to her fascination with observing the Celestial Army from her hometown of Canterlot, she quickly picked up on the moves they would use when weilding a sword. Though, despite her size and the weapon she used, she was able to scare off the timberwolf with some precise hits toward its eyes. This earned her the cutiemark that is pictured above!

Past Lore (Lieutenant Danger):

Danger often found herself on the frontlines as she served for the great Celestial Army. While she had a high ranking, she made a point to always protect her brothers and sisters in arms if and when a threat was about to bring harm to them. Some called it reckless; others called it bravery. Danger, however, was just doing what she could to decrease the casualties of war.

With that being said, Danger began to notice the consequences of her actions. Her wings became increasingly more damaged with each blow that she took. Originally, she would shake it off and keep the fight going, but now her wings made it hard for her to quickly defend her team. She relied heavily on her speed of flight during these wars, and the scars of these wars have taken a heavy toll on her. Bandages kept her wings in check, but without her flight speed, she was not quick enough to evade a fate that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

TW: MENTION OF BLOOD AND VIOLENCE ↓↓↓↓

The sound of her wings being torn off from the unidentified creature was beyond comprehension. Blood splattered all over the war-torn ground as Danger fell, adrenaline-filled shock taking her over as her head hit the ground. She laid unconscious for what seemed like mere minutes before she woke up to see her team about to be slaughtered by this abomination of a creature. Adrenaline kicked in at full force as Danger staggered to stand on her hooves. Blood dripped at her sides as she ran at the beast, adrenaline-filled rage in her eyes as she unsheathed her sword and stabbed the creature right in the heart.

Saving the lives of her team and more as she still bled out made her a war hero. She was awarded the Medal of Honor by Princess Celestia herself when the war was said and done.

Recovering from the violent removal of her wings was a long process in and of itself. Her wings were a big part of her life and having them taken away spiraled her into a deep depression.

That was, until some unnamed scientists approached her one rainy day and asked for her assistance in experimenting with some assistive devices. Danger agreed instantly and found herself being put under for some undisclosed operation. All she knew was that she was needed for an experiment, but what the experiment entails was still a mystery to her.

She was out for quite some time.... until she woke up to this:

Present Lore (Coach Danger):

Danger currently resides in Cloudsdale as an advocate for the use of assistive devices for veterans and for any disabled personnel. She often tells her story (albeit in less gruesome detail) to anyone who is willing to listen. Or if they ask her about her wings.

As for her wings, she loves them and appreciates their existence every single day. She has yet to find the scientists who gave them to her, but she thanks them regularly in her prayers. Her wings not only gifted her the power of flight once more, but it also caused her to fly stronger and faster. She has yet to discover what material these mechanical wings are made out of but she often compares them to vibranium.

While she is now much more lighthearted and whimsical, her military roots still stand strong when needed. She shares her knowledge when teaching her self-defense classes across all of Equestria, while also speaking out about disabled veterans and how all pony-folk can work together to create a better place for them.

She's often asked if she would ever return to protect Equestria once again. Without skipping a beat, she would say:

I hope you all enjoyed her lore! I'm very proud of her development!❤️ Please feel free to ask questions about her and if you wish to use her in your posts, please be sure to credit and tag me!!

[the--days]

i must know what Matt Daemon AU is

This is the working title of my never-to-be-finished fanfiction Kingdoms of Amalur: Reckoning Daemon AU (which are my faves because I get to employ the power of Animal Facts). I know no one on earth played that game, but the basic premise is your character has died & come back to life (losing all their memories in the process), so they unlike everyone else in the world have no set destiny, and can therefore Change The Course Of Fate.

My main character's name was Matt, former kind of fucked-up spy who had IIRC been severed from her daemon pre-death. Something fucked up had happened to her anyway, my notes say:

"the like. Brainwashing that they underwent to become spies made Sparrow [Matt's Daemon] basically just An Animal. She could play pretend alright but if you spend too much time w/ her it's very... unsettling... bcos there doesn't seem to be much going on in her head. She NEVER speaks. Matt and her were rarely affectionate to one another; sort of saw their connection as an inconvenience. Which is DEEPLY unnerving to see play out. They're v good at hiding it, but in private Sparrow would attack Matt, sometimes badly, fairly often (extremely scary to witness). Some sign of how distressed and broken a state she'd been put into, and Matt would never show affection or even rlly seem to notice sparrow was there (this is maybe like-- something in Sparrow instinctively knew Matt SHOULD love her & even tho that feeling was gone she felt it's absence and attacked Matt to make her pay attn / out of the horrible fear & loneliness & violence that had been instilled in them)"

On Matt's rebirth, their connection was restored, but they had to essentially get to know one another all over again. It was fun to write, still very fond of it! Matt's this character with this silly grimdark backstory who, yk, forgot all of it (though retained the instincts & skills of her old life, she is kind of a jason bourne alike hence the WIP title lmao), & she approached life with a lot of kind of. Curiosity and joy as her character progressed, just. Genuinely enjoyed the process of re-learning about the world and herself, and getting to choose who she wanted to be. Snippet under the cut!

The door to Allestar Tower bursts open-- bursts apart, really, in a flash of noise and shower of splinters, and Agarth turns, belatedly, slow and thick and miserable with hangover, to see a woman stumble out, followed by an eagle, followed by--

Sweet gods, a troll.

Jaska is struggling upright now too, hackles bristling, and Agarth puts a hand on his daemon's back; she turns to look up at him sideways, and a flash of comfort, understanding, companionship, flows between them, easy and natural as breathing.

Agarth draws his sword. Jaska matches his pace, teeth flashing, and they charge.

The strange woman has a sword but no boots, and she weaves between the troll's attacks with an easy, obvious practice. A warrior then, of some kind, the sword an extension of her arm-- but bouncing harmlessly off the troll's stoney hide.

"Ho stranger!" Agarth calls, speeding up, cursing his night's drinking-- every step rings unpleasantly up through his skull.

The stranger doesn't turn at his call, but her daemon, just for a moment, does.

And the troll, with a sort of contemptuous ease, lifts one massive fist, and swats her down. Like a man swatting at a fly.

The stranger cries out alarm and fear and pain, red-raw, like this is the first her daemon's ever been hurt-- maybe not a soldier after all, with a reaction like that, and the troll takes ruthless advantage of her distraction.

The immense cudgel of his fist closes around her head, and he mashes her face into the ground with a wet and awful sound, and the stranger folds, just crumples up like a wet rag.

Her daemon shrieks out- rage or fear or pain- a harsh, eagle cry that shifts, somehow, warps, and then she is roaring, full voiced, and charging across the clearing in the shape of a bear, two tonnes of teeth and claws and fury, and she leaps at the troll's head, bellowing.

Agarth stops, struck dumb.  Jaska makes a growling, uncertain sound in her throat.

The troll reels away, bloody rents torn through its face, one ear hanging in limp tatters. The bear daemon falls back to the ground, shaken loose, and the stranger struggles upright, her face a mask of blood.

She pauses, just for a moment, and looks down at her daemon as though surprised.

The great shaggy bear-daemon looks back, impassive.

Above the stranger's ear, a flap of her scalp hangs loose, peeled away from the skull, and pours blood down her neck-- but she looks away from her daemon, and picks up her sword as cool as anything, no hint of the hurt, the shock, she'd shown when her daemon was struck down, and the two charge again, in step, while the troll is still reeling.

Agarth remembers himself, and belatedly sets after them again, but he's too late to be much use.

The stranger throws out her hand, and her daemon growls low and vicious, and the troll--

It undoes. Just falls apart, unspooling like a dropped skein, and the air goes thick as taffy, a bizarre golden haze falling over all like a filter on a photogram, like richest summer sunset--

And then, abruptly, it is over. And the troll is simply-- gone.

The stranger just stands there, for a moment, and then with brisk, economical movements, she sets out  cutting a strip of fabric from her shirt, and tying up the hanging rent in her scalp.

And her daemon just-- stands there. The two had fought viciously enough to defend one another, but now that the fight is over its like they're two separate people-- it's like they don't even see each other.

"Hail," Agarth says, and the stranger turns to look at him still tying up her head, no sign of surprise on her face-- no sign of anything. A cold, blank, impassive expression beneath the mask of blood.

Her nose is broken, and beside the wound in her scalp the entire left side of her face has been scraped like a hide for tanning, where the troll had ground her into the stone.

Shock, maybe, Agarth thinks. Or she's some kind of berserker.

Jaska makes a low, uncertain noise in her throat, her hackles still bristling.

Agarth, growing more uncertain by the moment, steps forward, and offers his hand. "You're injured, I see! allow me to--"

And the stranger's daemon growls, and changes shape into a monkey quick as lightning, scrambling up the stranger's shoulder to fix the bandage herself.

The stranger looks at her daemon, obviously surprised, and then shrugs, and looks to Agarth. "Matt," she says, gesturing to herself. "Where are we?"

[ink-flavored]

Oh new ask game! 💥 and ⚾ for your oc Pride --..I feel like the last one might be silly for this guy 😂

oh this one is gonna be fun

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Uh. All of them?

Pride is very deeply traumatized in a lot of ways, so showing any emotion at all outside of cool indifference, charming asshole, or murderous rage are difficult for him. He can't trust anyone but himself, because everyone he's ever trusted has devastated him. He has to be full of himself because nobody else cares. If he's vulnerable in any way, he's weak. He's pathetic. He can't express that he's ever hurt or admit that he's a very sad person, because if he does, he's leaving himself open to be taken advantage of.

So uh. Basically he needs a hug!

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

Pride's ideal role in any sport is to be the water boy who gets bent over in the locker room.

Serious answer: the only sports he plays in the story are How Many Humans Can I Make Sin? and How Much Violence Can I Commit Before I Get Caught? and you know, I don't think he would be a very good team-player.

[send me an emoji OC ask]

[beachblanketblacksails]

Welcome to the beach! 🌴

Beach Blanket Black Sails is an 18+ fandom event to appreciate and share our love for Black Sails, Starz’ historical fiction pirate adventure series.

If you’re not familiar with the show, it’s a prequel to Treasure Island (yes, the same Treasure Island you may have enjoyed as a kid, but don’t worry about it). Black Sails is mid-2010’s premiere television, which means many beautiful people do extraordinary and sometimes awful things in expensive ways. There are ships, and cannons, and Spanish gold, and a lot of sex and violence. It also (eventually, we promise) tells stories about greed and power, narrative and truth, freedom and resistance, and about queer love, rage, and grief (and love, again).

Black Sails ended in 2017 and has been an understated but real presence in fandom since it started in 2014. There are about 4,800 fics in the Black Sails tags on Ao3. Lately, Black Sails seems to be picking up speed again in certain fandom circles, and so now seems like a good time for us to start shouting our love for it, too.

Okay, but what IS this?

Beach Blanket Black Sails is made up of two parts, both optional.

The first part is a semi-scheduled rewatch starting this summer. We’ll post a link to our proposed schedule, but you’re welcome to watch whenever it works for you.

(We should also mention that we’ve been calling it a rewatch but first-time viewers are also so, so welcome.)

The second part is a fic (and art, if you like!) fest. This will run throughout the fall, with the window for prompts opening on August 22, 2021 and final fills posted by December 10.

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What are the rules?

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[abbacchiosbelt]

quick, silly headcanons for the VA gang playing Dark Souls (i'm also on mobile, so excuse any weird typos pls)

Bruno's Gang

bruno is... not good at games. he doesn't know what's going on. honestly, it's a little too dark for him to enjoy. he doesn't make it past the undead asylum.

abbacchio is surprisingly good at video games, but he thinks they're a waste of time. when he's drunk, he likes to torment people in sen's fortress. he's a big fan of the game, but would never admit to it.

mista sucks, but he tries his best! it takes him a longgg time, but he eventually beats the game. fashion souls connoisseur.

narancia could beat the game, but he isn't patient enough to do so. like bruno, he finds the game too tonally dark. he will watch other people play.

fugo is OBSESSED with dark souls. he knows all the lore and has played through the game several times. he's really into talking theories, and has made a lot of posts on forums and wikis about the game.

giorno isn't much of a gamer, and has trouble getting a handle on the controls. he does enjoy watching fugo play, and he'll listen to his theories without complaint.

trish is good at the game. she likes to play slowly and methodically herself, but she watches speed runs on YouTube.

La Squadra

risotto is not a gamer and doesn't understand the appeal... but he does have a certain fondness for watching his teammates play games. he's a good observer, so he may point things out to them while they play. a backseat gamer without knowing it.

formaggio thinks it's cheap and too hard. (really, he's just impatient and refuses to learn how to play.) dropped it after the taurus demon... it took him days to get there.

illuso is very similar to fugo in his enjoyment of the game. little do they know that they're forum and wiki rivals.

pesci thinks the game is a little too scary, but he likes watching illuso play. he tried to play, but didn't enjoy playing himself.

prosciutto doesn't know what a dark souls is

melone likes other types of games, but played through dark souls once. he liked it well enough, but he doesn't see the point in playing it again.

ghiaccio LIVES for PVP and invading other players. he's a fucking menace. avoid player ICECAT at all costs.

sorbet and gelato are similar to riz and prosci - they don't care to know and don't even know what the hell it is. gelato might watch occasionally to enjoy the violence.

Unita Speciale

tizano and squalo take turns playing! tiz is better at exploring and squalo is better at combat. they have a lot of fun, but don't take the game too seriously.

carne broke his game system playing dark souls...

cioccolata and secco don't care about video games.

doppio is an expert dark souls player but he experiences Gamer Rage quite frequently. he plays offline because he hates getting invaded.

diavolo watches through doppio, but doesn't really get it. he kind of likes the lore, and he really enjoys the OST.

[yanderecrazysie]

Hello, I just binge read everything on your blog. I’m so excited for that Scp thing! If you don’t mind could I please request the yandere alphabet with nishinoya? Thanks anyway!

Thank you so much, I'm so honored!!! And of course you can request that!

I hope you enjoy this! :D

Nishinoya Yū (Haikyuu) -The Yandere Alphabet

🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, violence, implied murder, mentions of suicide.

A is for Affection: How do they show their affection for their darling? How often do they show it?

💖 Nishinoya is EXTREMELY affectionate. Like, this boy would be hugging on you at all times if he could. He's kinda clingy.

💖 He just wants to be able to touch you. I think he'd prefer his arms around you with him cuddling his face into your hair, but as long as he's touching you in SOME way he's happy.

💖 When is he NOT affectionate? That's the real question. If he's not touching you, it's not by his choice and he's not happy about it.

B is for Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling? Why?

🔪 Nishnoya is loyal af. Like, if you're bullied or hit on, he's having none of that. Those bullies/flirts are in for a bad time.

🔪 Would he kill? I don't THINK so. Unless, of course, he HAS to. Or he goes overboard when beating someone who had the AUDACITY to grope you into a bloody pulp.

C is for Care or Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them?

💔 Nishinoya is not going to mock you at all and he's not going to be cruel. He's a worshipper (have you SEEN him with Kiyoko?) and you'd be treated like a goddess.

💔 You'd be taken care of better than you've ever been. Everything you could ever want will be in your hand before you can ask for it. He knows you so well, after all!

D is for Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them?

💭 How delusional? Yes. Just yes. Nishinoya is one of the most delusional yanderes out there.

💭 He doesn't EXACTLY believe that you're in love with him, but he knows you will be soon. As long as he treats you right, and he sure as heck is, you'll see just how much you two are meant for each other.

💭 Nishinoya knows that you're happy with him! Your tears and begging to go home is just you being a little confused. It just means he has to try harder!

E is for Expose: How much of their heart do they bear to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? How much time will it take to trust them?

💧 You can know anything you want to if you just ask him! Even if you don't ask, he'll at least rant and rave about how amazing you are and every minuscule reason you're absolutely perfect.

💧 Nishinoya doesn't even need a second thought, a single hesitation. He'll tell you anything, anything!

F is for Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back?

👊 Nishinoya would be HEARTBROKEN. But... you're just confused, right? You're... You're just confused, yeah! This is new for you! He'll do better, he swears!

👊 He'll sit back and let you tire yourself out, just dodging you or closing you away in your room until you calm down. He'd never raise a hand against you, even if you punch him to death.

G is for Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start?

😔 Nishinoya probably will never feel guilt. He's extremely delusional, like I said. He honestly believes he's improving your life by removing you from society.

😔 The only time I can imagine Nishinoya feeling guilty is if you got hurt somehow. He's supposed to be improving your life, and now you're hurt? He screwed up-

H is for Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

🔥 To be honest, it'd be hard to have a bad day with Nishinoya. He worships the ground you walk on, why would he make you miserable?

🔥 I guess resistance is futile though. You don't want to cuddle today? Well, he'll just squeeze tighter until you realize you do! You want to go home? This is your new home, silly!

I is for Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

👩‍❤️‍👨 Nishinoya really believes in a forever with you. When you both die, you'll go to heaven together. But before then: you'll grow old together.

👩‍❤️‍👨 He really cares about what you want. If you don't want kids, he won't force them on you. If you want as many kids as possible, he's your man! And he'll be the best father in the entire world!

J is for Jealousy: How easily do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

💢 It doesn't take much to get Nishinoya jealous. He's the one that loves you, adores you, and worships you. No one else treats you as well as he does, so they don't deserve to be in your vicinity, look at you, even breathe the same air as you!

💢 Did... did you just smile and laugh at his joke? Nononono- Nishinoya can be funny! And... and how DARE that guy tell you a joke? It better not have been a dirty joke either-

K is for Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much do they plan it out?

🔒 Nishinoya wanted to kidnap you the moment he fell in love with you. That's probably not healthy (definitely not healthy) but he knew this twisted world could never take care of a goddess like you.

🔒 I think Nishinoya wouldn't be able to plan too far ahead. He's not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. All it takes is one good opportunity and you're suddenly finding yourself in a cozy bedroom decorated in your favorite color and filled with your favorite things.

L is for Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

💌 One day you're living your normal life and the next day you've got a small guy with black hair (except that little blonde streak) trailing after you like a lovesick puppy.

💌 Can you really complain when he's giving you cute little plushies of your favorite animals, your favorite treats, lots of chocolate, and literally everything you like. Wait... how does he know what you like?

M is for Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they acted before?

🎭 Uhhh kinda sorta? I mean, his friends wouldn't expect him to kidnap you BUT it just seems to them like Nishinoya moved on to the next Kiyoko. And, considering how he treated her, it's not all that surprising to see him acting obsessive towards you.

🎭 Honestly, I don't think anyone would notice the difference in obsessions. Tanaka would think it's totally normal and be super glad he no longer shows interest in Kiyoko or his older sister. Asahi might notice that Nishinoya's love for you is way beyond even his previous love for Kiyoko but I don't think it'd concern him too much.

N is for Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

🚓 He wouldn't. You're perfect in his eyes. The most I can see him doing is giving you some "alone time" in your room, but that's honestly just to calm you down if you're freaking out. You get a break and he can't access you. So it's more of a blessing for you and torture for him anyways.

O is for Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? What rights can be earned with time and trust?

📜 You'd have free run of the house, mostly, but you aren't leaving. You're not safe out in the evil world out there, so please don't go near that locked door, okay?

P is for Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

🕊️ Nishinoya doesn't really know the meaning of patience but he'll do his best to give you the time you need. He genuinely doesn't understand why you're resisting his love so much and he keeps trying to speed up the process.

Q is for Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

🏃‍♀️ If you die, so does he. He can't live without you, so he'll follow you into the afterlife.

🏃‍♀️ To be fair, you probably can take advantage of his delusional mind and unwavering trust to escape. But that wouldn't be the end, unfortunately. Nishinoya would literally search the ends of the earth for you until he finds you.

R is for Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down?

👿 Picture a toddler throwing a fit because he didn't get the toy he wanted. That's Nishinoya.

👿 You aren't getting hurt or anything, don't worry about that. You do, however, have to deal with him wrapping his arms around your legs and sobbing into them.

👿 He'll calm down when he's got his arms around you, his face buried in your hair, and you finally going limp in his hold.

S is for Soulmate: What made them fall in love with their darling? How did they first meet? When did they realize they loved their darling?

💍 You're so beautiful in your own unique way, and Nishinoya can't get enough of you. His biggest wish, the moment he met you, was to stroke your hair and soft skin.

💍 If you're a smarty pants, you were tutoring him. He specifically asked for a girl tutor. If you're not a smarty pants, he met you in class or you were both getting tutored in some sort of study group. It'd probably have to do with tutoring, okay?

💍 It was love at first sight. And if you called him senpai you sealed your own fate, okay? That's on you.

T is for Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

😭 You absolutely shatter Nishinoya's heart when you cry. He wants you happy! Seeing you sad means he's failing. He wants to try harder but you keep saying nonsense about how you "want to go home" or that you "miss your family". Why isn't he enough? He thought he was doing so well!

😭 Isolating yourself is the biggest punishment for Nishinoya. Being unable to touch you is enough torture, being unable to see or hear you? God, are you TRYING to kill him? He can't take this- please come out- PLEASE- He just needs to know you're okay! He loves you so, so much!

U is for Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

👌 Nishinoya is a worshipper x100. You could screw up as much as you want and he'll still think you're 100% perfect. You don't have to worry about him hurting or punishing you too harshly. Honestly, you're relatively safe with him.

👌 You actually have a good chance of escaping. He'll likely pick a house far away from society though and he DEFINITELY won't give up just because you got away. You better have a good plan because you really don't want him upping the security "until you get used to your new home a little more".

V is for Visit: Would they allow anyone else to visit their darling? Do they trust their darling to talk to their loved ones (in person, on the phone, etc.) or not at all?

🧳 Simple answer is no. You only need him. He's the only one worthy to be in your presence.

W is for Weakness: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

❌ You're literally the embodiment of his weakness. He's weak for you. Fake a pout or smile and he's wrapped around your finger in an instant.

❌ Although you can't negotiate your release or the ability to contact/visit the outside world, you CAN get practically anything you want. Which means you can use things he gives you to escape. Or you can just enjoy your life of being worshipped and spoiled.

X is for Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

🛐 Nishinoya would do ANYTHING for you. He would literally drop to his knees and kiss your feet- and he probably will. He may not be able to let you leave him or return to society, but he'll make up for it in every way possible.

Y is for Yearning: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

😍 Nishinoya wouldn't last long without you. He loves you so, so much and just wants you in his arms. The more you hang around others and the longer you go about your normal life, the more stressed you make him. He needs to rescue you from this awful world...

Z is for Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they not allow their darling to do under any circumstances?

0️⃣ The thing that Nishinoya can't stand is you trying to escape, but he doesn't exactly "snap". It's more like a panic attack and tantrum as he drags you back into the house, begging you to explain what he can do better and what he did wrong.

🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣

I hope I did okay! I think it was shorter than Akaashi's, but Noya's a simpler creature!

Thank you for the request, my lovely Anon!

[obwjam]

the tiniest jedi

okay folks, here we go... i’d like to introduce you all to my oc, Jedi Knight Jayla Nor’al! she is five inches tall, 22 years old and the former padawan of good ol’ yoda. she was knighted so she could fight in the clone wars, and now she’s off to help command her first-ever battalion! 

when i rewatched clone wars recently i basically took note of episodes where a tiny could fit into the plot (spoiler: there’s a lot lol) so this is part 1 of the first installment of me recreating the filoniverse into the obwjamverse

i hope y’all enjoy <3 love you all sm

the hidden enemy, part 1

>> part two

To say Jedi Knight Jayla Nor’al was nervous would be a tremendous understatement.

It had taken a lot of convincing that bordered on begging to get the council to agree to this. Having Anakin vouch for her seemed like a good idea in theory, but in practice it usually ended with Obi-Wan rubbing his eyes while the council fiercely debated the merits of Anakin’s argument. 

Anakin was always sticking up for her. She was a few years older than he was, but more than anyone, he understood what it was like to have a tough life. They first met one day when he was a padawan, no more than 13 years old. Obi-Wan was sent off on a mission by himself to retrieve a holocron and a disgruntled Anakin went to Yoda to continue his training. He was far more advanced than the group of younglings he was with, but before he could complain too much, something -- no, someone -- caught his eye.

She was standing on a table at all of five inches tall, arms crossed in a dim corner of the room. The other younglings were practicing basic combat stances. She looked rather bored with it all. Anakin would have probably glossed right over her if it wasn’t for the tunic she was wearing.

“Master Yoda, who is that?” Anakin asked while the group was taking a break. She had now sat down, cross-legged, with her eyes closed and her shoulders relaxed. He marveled at how her tiny silhouette almost blended in with the scenery entirely.

“My padawan, she is,” Yoda stated. 

“Padawan?” Anakin was shocked. Obi-Wan never told him Yoda had a padawan.

Yoda hummed. “Surprised, you are, hmm?”

Anakin could only nod as Yoda trotted over to her. “Well, it’s… she’s…”

“Padawan Nor’al, ready, you are?” he asked quietly. Anakin gasped at how Yoda practically towered over this tiny person. She calmly opened her eyes and gave a single nod.

“Younglings, gather here,” Yoda called out to the group. He nodded to Anakin, who curiously followed. He heard a couple of the other younglings snicker in disbelief. “Demonstrate Form III, my padawan will. Close attention to footwork, you must pay.”

Anakin’s eyes widened as a training remote whirred to life. To a normal-sized person, practicing with a remote could sting if you didn’t know know what you were doing. But she was not a normal-sized person. That remote must look like a tank to her!

“Master Yoda--” Anakin started, but Yoda held his hand up.

“You may begin.”

What Anakin witnessed next may or may not have changed his life. 

It was like she knew where the blasts were going before they were even fired. She was so quick that Anakin’s eyes could barely adjust to the blinding speed she seemed to be moving at. She firmly stood her ground as she deflected blast after blast, her eyes moving wildly as she deciphered the shooting pattern of the remote. She found her opening, charged forward, leaped up and sunk her lightsaber straight through the metal. The droid sputtered and sparked before falling to the table, lifeless. She hopped down and gave Yoda a small bow as if nothing had even happened.

“Thank you, padawan. Continue to practice, younglings. Much work to do, you have.”

Still in shock, the younglings picked up their sabers and began to practice, some yelping in surprise when the blasts stung at their legs. She had made it look so easy.

She was taking note of the younglings’ form when she paused to raise her eyebrow. Anakin was still standing there.

“Staring is rude,” she said shortly. Looking at her up close, Anakin could clearly see how she was nervously eyeing him.

“That was really cool,” he said, crouching down a bit so he didn’t loom too large. 

She gave a small smirk. “Master Yoda is a good teacher.”

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Jayla... Jayla Nor’al,” she said, giving Anakin heavy side-eye. What does he want?

“My name’s Anakin. I’m Master Kenobi’s padawan.”

“Anakin Skywalker?” she asked incredulously. “What -- what are you doing here?”

“My master is on a mission and didn’t want to take me.” 

She scoffed. “That’s silly. Padawans should always be with their masters to learn.”

“Tell that to Obi-Wan,” Anakin sighed. “Does Master Yoda take you on missions with him?”

Anakin’s lips pursed into a frown as she sat down, looking dejected. “Mostly, yeah. But sometimes I think he thinks I’m too… well… you know.”

“Too small.”

She gave him a surprised look. “Yeah.”

“A little ironic, coming from him.”

Jayla laughed. “You can’t say that!”

Anakin laughed back. “Sure I can.”

It was hard for Jayla to really grow close to anyone, no matter how hard she tried to befriend the others. Anakin knew exactly how that felt. The two were lonely, and they found each other. Their friendship only grew stronger as they got older -- Jayla helped Anakin learn to trust in the Force more and Anakin helped Jayla grow her confidence. Obi-Wan admired how well they complimented each other.

Yoda eventually began to take Jayla on more dangerous missions. Spending time with Anakin and Obi-Wan had diversified her skill set more than most padawans and, as the Jedi Council sensed the growing discourse between the light and the dark, Jayla and Anakin were both knighted so they could fight in the Clone War.

But everyone had underestimated the fierceness and enormity of the conflict.

It was evident from the beginning of her training that Jayla was fearless -- that she would not let her size stop her from doing anything. She was a fierce negotiator; a skilled fighter; she had a deep and powerful connection to the Force. And yet, her size was the very thing stopping the council from giving her any responsibilities outside of putting together training recordings, teaching younglings and spearheading negotiations.

“I can’t believe this,” Jayla groaned to Obi-Wan one rare quiet day on Coruscant. Anakin was off on a recon mission. Obi-Wan had duties to attend to, but he would always take a pause to talk with Jayla.

“If Master Yoda and the council feel this is for the best, then you need to listen.”

“I didn’t become a Jedi to play it safe. I just… I don’t understand why Yoda keeps babying me.”

“You’ve only recently become a Jedi knight,” Obi-Wan pointed out. “You need to be patient.”

“Yeah, the council did that so I could fight in the war.” Jayla got up, pacing around the windowsill. “I mean, it doesn’t make sense! I’m trained in combat. I have useful skills. I’ve been out there before, Obi-Wan! Why spend my entire life telling me ‘size matters not, hmm’, then use it as a reason to hold me back?”

Obi-Wan frowned. He hated how her frame seemed to get swallowed up by the bustling backdrop of the Republic captial outside.

“Can I be honest?” Obi-Wan asked slowly. Jayla’s expression softened as she plopped down, resting her elbows on her knees and meeting Obi-Wan’s gaze a few feet from her. 

“Always.” 

“Well, I shouldn’t really tell you this, but I think it’s important that you know. The council has its reservations, but they mostly agree that you are more than capable of being a general. It’s… it’s the Chancellor who has persuaded them into keeping you here.”

“The Chancellor? Why would he care?”

“It’s my understanding that many in the senate feel it would be a sign of weakness if you were to command a battalion.”

“That’s ridiculous! It’s not even the senate’s decision to make!” she cried.

“On military matters, it is. And until Chancellor Palpatine changes his mind, then I’m afraid there’s nothing that can be done.”

Jayla tried to forget about that conversation every time she got upset. But as the conflict raged on and Republic forces took beating after beating on the Outer Rim worlds, Obi-Wan felt the situation was becoming dire. It was less about who had strength and more about who had the tactical advantage. The better strategy. The better intelligence. 

Yoda too felt desperate. He was engulfed in the war and convinced that winning it was the only way to save the galaxy from certain doom. He heard the plight of his former padawan day after day, to the point where he began to question if his gut feeling was really right. He hadn’t been meditating as much lately. The Force always gave him the guidance he needed. Between Anakin, Obi-Wan and her own former master, the council was able to convince Palpatine that allowing her to lead stealth and recon missions was a perfectly reasonable starting point.

Since it was nearly impossible to plant a conventional spy into the droid army, Jalya and Anakin had conspired and came up with the idea of using her as a spy. Mace Windu was concerned about her being captured. Anakin argued that her life sign registered so faintly on scanners that capture wasn’t as easy as it seemed. Ki-Adi-Mundi feared she would get lost in the blur of so much violence. Obi-Wan said that all she needed was a wrist comm and someone to use as transportation and protection.

So after months of debating, planning, talking to Yoda and gear-building, the perfect situation had arisen. Today, it was finally going to happen.

And she… didn’t know how to feel.

She was accompanying Anakin and Obi-Wan on the Resolute to Christophsis, where the GAR was getting whalloped day after day. Most recently, a secret plan was thwarted before it had even gotten underway. It was obvious that the Separatists were somehow accessing Republic intelligence. And it was Jayla’s job to find out how.

“You’re not nervous, are you?”

From the comfort and privacy of sleeping quarters, she was perched pensively on Anakin’s shoulder; which, in retrospect, was probably a bad place to be with the way she was fiddling with her hands and bouncing her leg. 

“Don’t ask me that when you already know the answer,” Jayla mumbled. 

“I didn’t, actually, but thanks for confirming it for me.”

Jayla groaned. “I’m not nervous about going into the field.”

“Good. You shouldn’t be.”

“It’s…” she started, but couldn’t bring herself to admit. She was hoping Anakin could connect the dots.

“It’s… what? It’s the ship?” Anakin knew how much she hated flying.

“This isn’t my first Star Destroyer. It’s the starfighters that make me sick.”

“Okay, so it’s not the ship. Is it Obi-Wan?”

Jayla sniffed a laugh. “Why would it be Obi-Wan?”

“Well, it took a little bit of convincing to get him to agree to this.”

“You mean a lot of convincing,” she sighed. “I can personally guarantee you that Obi-Wan is not making me nervous.”

“Well, Tiny, I’m at a loss--” 

Anakin was cut off at the sound of his wrist comm beeping. She quickly grabbed onto a stray piece of his hair for support as he moved his arm up.

“Anakin, Jayla, come meet me at the bridge. Captain Rex will be arriving here shortly.”

“Copy that.” Anakin turned his head slightly to meet Jayla’s gaze, and the Force flashed in a brief moment of worry. Anakin furrowed his brows.

“You’re nervous about Rex?”

Jayla sucked in a deep breath. “No -- not particularly -- no. No, I’m not nervous about Rex.”

Anakin knew she was lying, but he wasn’t about to push it. After all, he didn’t want Obi-Wan lecturing him for being late. Again.

Jayla clung to Anakin’s robe as they made their way through the gray halls of the ship. Even from her perspective, the walls seemed suffocating, so Jayla kept her eyes trained on the ground, avoiding the gaze of every trooper that passed. The rigidness of clone armor was… off-putting.

As they approached the bridge doors, Jayla cautiously took a seat and closed her eyes. When all else failed, the Force was always there for her, guiding her and bringing her to a place where she felt at ease. Going into this mission with any apprehension would be fatal, and she knew it. The Force was pulling her toward the battlefield -- to Anakin, to Obi-Wan, to the citizens of the worlds they were helping to protect. The Jedi Order was her life, and that meant she was forever in service to the people of the galaxy that needed her. She was chosen by the will of the Force; bestowed this great power that so many lusted after. In the galaxy’s biggest conflict, she could finally start making a difference. She could finally be worthy of the gift she was given.

“There’s gonna be a lot of clones in there, you know.” Anakin’s tongue-in-cheek remark broke her from her meditation. “You could always turn back and let me and Obi-Wan handle this.”

Jayla sniffed a laugh. “And let you have all the fun? I’m alright, Anakin, I promise.” She paused, took one glance up at her giant friend, and stood up. “I’m ready for this.”

Anakin smirked. “Well then, here we go.”

The vastness and buzzing energy of the bridge brought about a sensation that Jayla would never get tired of. There were clones on the lower levels punching buttons and pulling levers; there were clones standing around tables, going over strategy and making sure they were ready for the fight. Then there was Obi-Wan, standing in front of a star map and pretending to read it. His mind was occupied with other things.

Anakin nodded his head to Obi-Wan. “Master.”

“Ah, Anakin. And here I thought you’d show up late.”

“For Tiny’s first mission as a general? I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Is now really the best time to bring up nicknames?” Jayla groaned. It was times like these she was glad she was small; nobody could see her blush.

“I thought it’d help loosen the tension.”

“Sure you did.” She wasn’t going to admit it, but in his weird Skywalker way, it did help bring her back down to earth. This was her first mission as a military general. She outranked nearly everyone in the room. To the clones, that meant everything. Even if they didn’t want to listen to her… they had to.

It was then she noticed a tiny brown bag on the holotable below. Just poking out of the side was something that looked like armor. 

Armor fit for a tiny.

She slid off Anakin’s shoulder and flipped down to the holotable. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but grin as she pulled out two shoulder pads, two wrist guards, a pair of black gloves and a torso pad. They fit perfectly.

“We couldn’t have you going out in the field unprepared,” Obi-Wan said as she practiced some stances in her new armor.

“Huh. You look like a tiny Obi-Wan,” Anakin smiled.

“I thought we were done with the degrading comments,” you said smugly.

“Oh, very funny, you two. It’s a wonder the council took this long to allow you both to work together.”

Jayla was prepared for another quip when the main door slid open. Her eyes first fell on the wide shoulder wing, then to the Jaig eyes painted on his helmet. She had never seen clone armor quite like what Rex was wearing. She blinked and straightened her posture.

“Captain Rex. Nice of you to finally join us,” Anakin joked.

“Sorry sir. Needed to help Fives find his other blaster.”

“He lost it again?”

“...more like misplaced,” Rex clarified.

“Good to see your troops are on top of things, Anakin,” Obi-Wan quipped.

“Sorry sir,” Rex repeated. Jayla could sense… unease. “So, where’s the new general?”

Anakin’s lips curled into a smile. He had told Rex that the 501st was to be accompanied on this mission by a Jedi knight who was a master of stealth. When Rex asked who it was, Anakin refused to say. He wanted it to be a surprise.

“Rex, I’d like you to meet Jedi General Jayla Nor’al.”

Rex was glad he had kept his helmet on, because the look of confusion on his face would not have done him any more favors. 

“Uh… sir?” Rex asked cautiously, trying his best not to sound too lost. Is this some kind of joke?

“You know, I think it’s helpful to scan the entire room before saying something.”

Rex’s stomach dropped. That voice… that voice was coming from the holotable. Ever so slowly, he tilted his head down. He tried to keep his body language as neutral as possible, but he had a sinking feeling that all three Jedi in the room could sense his surprise.

“Oh,” was all Rex could utter for a moment. It was like this Jedi had stepped right out of a holoprojector and onto the table in front of him. This has to be some kind of test. She’s only a few inches tall! She won’t survive five seconds out on the battlefield. 

Anakin cleared his throat. Rex snapped back to attention.

“Right. Uh, sorry about that, sir,” Rex fumbled, giving this General Nor’al a nod of acknowledgment. “Nice… nice to meet you.”

Rex tensed up when Jayla ever so slightly rolled her eyes. He was surprised he could even see her do that.

“Likewise, Captain. General Skywalker has told me all about you.” She smiled softly when she sensed Rex’s heartbeat escalating. “All good things, of course.” 

She turned to Obi-Wan and, without either of them saying a word, Obi-Wan placed his hand next to Jayla and she casually stepped on, using his thumb for support as she was lifted up from the holotable.

“You’re going to be offering General Nor’al support in the field,” Obi-Wan said, tapping the holotable to life. “We’ve drawn up a plan to get her to the chief tactical droid stationed here to extract information and battle strategy.”

“I think we can finally turn the tide if we can get ahead of the Seps like they seem to keep getting ahead of us,” Jayla added. “Once I get the information, I’ll need an extraction team to get me out of there quickly.” Without warning, her tone shifted from stern to somber. “The last thing I need is to be caught by those stupid battle droids.”

Obi-Wan and Anakin exchanged a brief glance.

“I’ve got to finish some mission prep,” she said quickly. “When are we getting to Christophsis?”

“Should be there within the hour, sir,” Rex replied immediately. 

“Great.” She tried to peer through Rex’s helmet, but unsurprisingly, she only had the downturned expression plastered on the front to work with. Rex was not expecting to see a five-inch-tall Jedi -- that much was obvious. Her worry lied more in the possibility that she was embarrassing him just by being here. 

“I’m sure Anakin will become bored and come join us in, oh, five minutes or so,” Obi-Wan cut into her thoughts with a smug smile, throwing a glance to his friend as he walked out.

“For mission prep? You know me so well,” Anakin shot back with a smirk, turning back to the window. 

Before Obi-Wan left the room, he turned to Rex, who was all but frozen to his spot.

“Do come and join us when you’re done here,” he said shortly. Rex could only nod.

Once the doors finally closed behind him, he stiffly made his way to Anakin’s side and took off his helmet.

“Rex…” Anakin sighed, already prepared for the conversation they were about to have.

“Sir, you know I mean no disrespect…” Rex paused to see if Anakin would say something witty to that. He didn’t. “...but I’m not sure how well my men are going to respond to taking orders from someone who can fit in the palm of their hand. Especially someone who hasn’t done this before.”

“Rex, she’s a Jedi knight, just like me. She wouldn’t have achieved that rank if she wasn’t fully capable.”

“I--I believe you, General. It’s just… well, they’re used to the way things work. We’re used to a Jedi leading us through battle.”

“And she can’t do that?”

“Well, it’s not like she can cut through clankers like you or General Kenobi.”

Anakin was prepared for this, but it still didn’t change the awkwardness of the conversation. He knew how fierce of a Jedi she was. Rex didn’t. He was hoping this mission could change things. He knew as well as anyone else that a warrior of her size would wreak havoc against the Separatists if used properly. Plus, he knew how painfully boring it was to be stuck inside the temple all the time. He wanted this to work for her.

“Her strengths lie in other areas. She doesn’t need to cut through droids like me and Obi-Wan,” Anakin said, putting his hand on Rex’s shoulder. “Given the world she’s grown up in… the things she’s had to overcome… I’d say she’s the bravest out of all of us.”

Rex hummed and turned his gaze to the front of the ship. He never really grew tired of the swirling brilliant blue of hyperspace. He found himself wondering if it looked any different five inches off the ground.

“...I should go brief the men,” Rex said finally. 

“Yeah,” Anakin said, pursing his lips. “You probably should.”

[thecreaturecodex]

Asura Rana, Cas

Image by Daarken, © Wizards of the Coast. Accessed at the Heroes of Horror Art Gallery here

[Furtober finishes off with a big bang and a Big Bad. Heroes of Horror introduced Cas, the Lord of Spite, and I remember a lot of people making fun of him at the time. The idea that a supervillain evil god has the head of a moose was seen as ridiculous, and comparisons to Bullwinkle were common. Nowadays, the fact that moose are huge and terrifying relict megafauna seems to be more appreciated, and there’s something I find appealing about the idea of a prey species becoming the hunter. Appropriate for a god of spite and revenge. The knee pads and codpiece made of human skulls are admittedly silly, though.

The original Cas was NE and a god, and his CR 25 avatar was basically just a 20th level ranger with some extra outsider HD and a few surprisingly weak SLAs. I’ve moved him to LE to fit with his retribution theme, and because his hatred of the gods seems very appropriate for the asuras. I’ve left some of the ranger abilities, but added some inquisitor material as well, in addition to a few new surprises.]

Asura Rana, Cas CR 26 LE Outsider (extraplanar) This giant has reddish brown skin and the head of a moose, the antlers stained with blood. It has clawed hands, cloven hooves and brandishes a large mace of black metal. Its body seems to shimmer with heat.

Cas Lord of Spite, the Red Grudge, He Who Balances the Scales Concerns spite, disproportionate retribution, vengeance Domains Destruction, Evil, Law, Strength Subdomains Corruption, Ferocity, Hatred, Judgment Worshipers inquisitors, vigilantes, the wronged Minions asuras, devourers, revenants Unholy Symbol a rack of blood-stained antlers Favored Weapon heavy mace Devotion spend one hour ruminating aloud on those that have wronged you, beginning in a whisper and culminating in a scream. Gain a +4 profane bonus on Diplomacy checks to gather information, Survival checks to follow tracks, and Intimidate checks. Boons 1: bestow curse 1/day; 2: transformation 1/day; 3: energy drain 1/day

Cas the Lord of Spite is an asura rana who nurses hate and frustration, stoking the fires of vengeance until they erupt destructively. According to his cult, he was once a mortal huntsman with a loving family. He and his family grew isolated from their community, until violence erupted and his whole family was slain. Due to the social standing of his assailants, he could not turn to the law for recourse, and so turned to the gods. When divine intervention was not forthcoming, he swore vengeance against both his assailants and the divine order, fueling his apotheosis through pure rage and resulting in the destruction of the entire kingdom.

Cas’ ultimate hatred is towards the gods, making him a natural member of the asura ranas. His ambition is still greater; he is currently brooding over his lesser position surrounded by more powerful asuras, the Lords of the Nine and even Asmodeus himself. Cas covets true divinity, but he knows he has a long way to go, and this sulking bitterness fuels him. His violent outbursts at every slight make him a fiend of few allies and many toadies, but more powerful archfiends attempt to steer his rage into useful directions.

The Red Grudge enjoys combat, but he even more enjoys drawing out the hunt of a victim and increasing their terror. He is rarely found without the Ebon Rod of Cas, which he wields in two hands in order to feel more savagely its crushing blows. Cas’ blood boils with the heat of his rage, and the shimmer this causes makes him difficult to strike in combat. Cas is a skilled spellcaster despite his love of violence, and uses magic to inflict pain, forbid actions and heal himself and his allies.

Cas’ faithful are few and far between, and often keep a low profile. His cult broods in dungeons and cellars, not meets in exalted temples. He delights in perverting those with legitimate grievances, as he once was, turning them into ruthless vigilantes who kill to punish minor crimes. His priesthood believes that civilization is a thin veneer beneath which lies nothing but chaos, and it must be kept in order through savage violence. They also believe that anyone, even the most holy and pure, can become a follower of Cas if wronged sufficiently. The faithful of Cas have an unfortunate tendency to rise as undead upon their death, continuing their campaigns of violent revenge beyond the grave.

Ebon Rod of Cas (major artifact) The prized weapon of Cas, he occasionally loans it out to his devout in order to strike somewhere where he cannot go himself. The Ebon Rod of Cas is a Large +3 vicious adamantine heavy mace. It acts as a bane weapon against any creature that has caused injury to its wielder for up to 1 year. It is effectively immune to sundering and other forms of direct damage; a creature that deals damage to it must succeed a DC 25 Will save or take that damage instead. The Ebon Rod of Cas can only be destroyed if it is carried for 100 years by an empyreal lord devoted to peace and forgiveness, whereupon it evaporates into mist. 

Cas      CR 26 XP 2,457,600 LE Large outsider (asura, asura rana, evil, extraplanar, lawful) Init +7; Senses darkvision 60 ft., detect good, Perception +39, see in darkness, true seeing Aura frightful presence (60 ft., DC 34) Defense AC 44, touch 26, flat-footed 36 (-1 size, +7 Dex, +1 dodge, +9 profane, +18 natural) hp 573 (31d10+403); regeneration 25 (deific or mythic) Fort +23, Ref +23, Will +28; +8 vs. mind-influencing, improved evasion DR 15/good, epic and cold iron; Immune ability damage, ability drain, charm effects, compulsion effects, curse effects, death effects, disease, divinations, energy drain, fear, fire, petrifaction, poison, polymorph; Resist acid 30, electricity 30; SR 37 Defensive Abilities freedom of movement, hateful ward, heat shimmer Offense Speed 50 ft., fly 100 ft. (perfect) Melee Ebon Rod of Cas +48/+43/+38/+33 (2d6+25 plus 2d6 vicious/19-20), gore +40 (2d8+7 plus 2d6 fire) or 2 claws +45 (2d6+12 plus 2d6 fire), gore +45 (2d8+12 plus 2d6 fire) Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. Special Attacks agony beam, favored enemy (dragons +2, good outsiders +6, evil outsiders +4, humans +4, magical beasts +2) Spell-like Abilities CL 26th, concentration +35 Constant—detect good, freedom of movement, mind blank, true seeing At will—bestow curse (DC 23), enervation, greater teleport (self plus 50 lbs. material only), malicious spite (DC 23), permanent image (DC 25), vampiric touch 3/day—command undead (DC 26), fire storm (DC 27), greater dispel magic, instant enemy, quickened major curse (DC 25), summon asuras 1/day—energy drain (DC 28), unhallow, wail of the banshee (DC 28), wish Spells CL 20th, concentration +29 6th (6/day)—blade barrier (DC 25), harm (DC 25), heal (DC 25), mass fester (DC 25), overwhelming presence (DC 25) 5th (7/day)—dispel good (DC 24), geas/quest, greater command (DC 24), mass castigate (DC 24), unwilling shield (DC 24) 4th (7/day)—cure critical wounds (DC 23), divination, divine power, fear (DC 23), greater invisibility, spell immunity 3rd (7/day)—arcane sight, deeper darkness, dimensional anchor, heroism, terrible remorse (DC 22), ward the faithful 2nd (7/day)—cure moderate wounds (DC 21), howling agony (DC 21), knock, resist energy, silence (DC 21), spiritual weapon 1st (8/day)—bless, comprehend languages, cure light wounds, divine favor, expeditious retreat, shield of faith 0th—bleed (DC 19), brand (DC 19), create water, detect magic, read magic, resistance Statistics Str 35, Dex 25, Con 37, Int 22, Wis 28, Cha 28 Base Atk +31; CMB +44; CMD 61 Feats Combat Expertise, Combat Reflexes, Critical Focus, Dazzling Display, Dodge, Improved Critical (mace), Intimidating Prowess, Mobility, Power Attack, Quicken SLA (major curse), Shatter Defenses, Spring Attack, Staggering Critical, Stand Still, Stunning Critical, Whirlwind Attack Skills Appraise +29, Bluff +35, Escape Artist +11, Fly +41, Intimidate +47, Linguistics +29, Knowledge (arcana, history, nobility, religion) +29, Knowledge (local, planes) +32, Perception +39, Sense Motive +35, Spellcraft +29, Stealth +31, Survival +35; Racial Modifiers +6 Escape Artist, +4 Perception Languages Celestial, Common, Infernal, 23 others; telepathy 300 ft. SQ asura rana traits Ecology Environment any land or underground (Hell) Organization unique Treasure double standard (Ebon Rod of Cas, other treasure) Special Abilities Agony Beam (Su) Once every 1d4 rounds as a standard action, Cas can unleash a beam of pure pain in a 120 foot line. All living creatures in the area take 12d12 damage and are filled with pain for 1 minute, suffering a -4 penalty on attack rolls, skill checks and ability checks. A successful DC 34 Fortitude save halves the damage and negates the penalties. Multiple failed saves cause the duration of the penalties to stack. This is a pain effect, and the save DC is Charisma based. Asura Rana Traits (Ex, Su and Sp) Cas has the following traits:

Cas can grant spells to his worshipers as if he were a deity.

Cas’ natural weapons, as well as any weapons it wields, are treated as lawful, epic, and evil for the purpose of overcoming damage reduction.

Infernal Resurrection (Ex) Cas rules an infernal domain. If he is slain, his body rapidly melts into corruption (leaving behind any gear he held or carried), his soul returns to a hidden location within his realm, and it is immediately restored to life (as true resurrection) at that location. Once this occurs, Cas can’t use this ability again until a full year has passed. An asura rana that is slain again during this year or is killed by unusual methods (such as by a true deity or an artifact created for this purpose) is slain forever.

Immunity to ability damage, ability drain, charm effects, compulsion effects, death effects, energy drain, and petrification.

Regeneration (Ex) Only chaotic, epic and  good  damage, or damage from a creature of equal or greater power (such as an archdevil, deity, demon lord, or protean lord) interrupts Cas’s regeneration.

Resistance to acid 30, and  electricity 30

Summon Asuras (Sp) Three times per day as a swift action, Cas can summon any asura or combination of asuras whose total  combined CR is  20 or lower. This otherwise works like the summon  universal monster rule with a 100% chance of success, and counts as a 9th-level spell effect.

Telepathy 300 feet.

Favored Enemy (Ex) Cas gains the favored enemy ability of a 20th level ranger. Hateful Ward (Su) Cas gains a profane bonus to his armor class equal to his Charisma modifier. Heat Shimmer (Su) Cas’ body radiates heat, warping his position and protecting him from attacks. Creatures gain a 20% miss chance on attack rolls against Cas if they use sight, and a creature that strikes Cas with a melee weapon, natural weapon, unarmed strike or touch attack takes 2d6 points of fire damage. Weapons with the reach property do not endanger their wielders in this way. If Cas takes 30 or more points of cold damage from a single spell or effect, this ability is suppressed for 1d4 rounds. Spells Cas gains spellcasting as a 20th level inquisitor. He does not gain other class abilities of inquisitors, such as the judgment ability.

[hatsukeii]

okay i haven’t finished aot yet but i would simply die if you wrote an x reader one shot with the prompts “you can’t die, i won’t let you” + “this is all my fault” for levi 😌 i’m a simp for him and i need some angst hehe

I’m about to make myself cry>:))

(Not really but you get the point)

Also this is set when they encounter the beast titan and commence the suicide charge, but I’m gonna be changing quite a bit of stuff so it fits this angst a liiiiitle bit more:) That includes changing out the part where he has to choose between Armin and Erwin. I’ll keep both of them alive and replace it with this instead because it’s easier for me to make sense of everything that way lol

Let’s goooooo

You were good to me//Levi x Reader

Word count: 3000+ (New record!)

Warnings: Mild swearing, a shit load of blood, minimal violence, character death (This is a warning it’s not gonna end well)

Summary: Your mission with Levi does not go according to plan.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind? You really went ahead and requested to be a part of this mission without telling me? You are absolutely not going with us. It’s too dangerous for you, I can’t put you under that much risk. Whatever you say, it’s a no. Don’t even try and change my mind.”

You didn’t like arguments with Levi. They were rare, but they managed to break your heart every single time. You were one of the older cadets from the 104th training corps, but you still managed to make it into Levi’s squad. You would’ve thought he trusted you more than this now that you two were in a relationship, but you were wrong apparently.

“Seriously Levi? I’ve been on countless expeditions with you. I’m going to be fine. We’re not even going out of the walls properly, we’re literally just reclaiming lost land. Erwin’s already confirmed that I’m going with you guys tomorrow, there’s no stopping me. Plus, I want to be there when we finally see the basement. I’m going with you guys. If you’re so scared then just tell Erwin to put me next to you in the scouting formation or something. It’s not that hard.”

Levi raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. It was at times like this he absolutely hated your persistence. It was hard to deal with when he was trying to keep you safe, considering you have such a huge desire to contribute something to the victory of mankind. Almost all your arguments have been about not letting you join in on an expedition or mission. He knew fully well you’re a perfectly capable soldier, and that you could handle tricky situations well. However, his old squad was also capable of that. Isabel and Farlan were also outstanding soldiers. He shuddered at the thought of their dead bodies laying on the battlefield. He couldn’t afford to lose anyone else. He swore on his life that he would continue to protect you, whatever the cost, even if it meant keeping you from doing what your heart desired. Don’t think he feels good about this. He knows just how frustrated you feel. He knows you tend to feel useless if you don’t get to fight alongside everyone else, but this was for your own good.

“Why can’t you just listen to me? I can’t lose you-”

“And you won’t, silly. I promise.”

“Who’s to say you won’t get eaten tomorrow? Even worse, trampled by that buff piece of shit titan? Hm? Answer me, how are you so sure?”

“I’ve fought them before, I’ll be fine.”

“No, you won’t. They have backup this time. Half of us probably aren’t even gonna come back alive. Even I couldn’t take down Reiner and Bertholdt the last time they struck, you still think you’re gonna be fine?”

You were getting more and more irritated by the second, your usually calm voice raising to a shout. “Why can’t you just trust me more? Are my skills not enough for your liking?”

“They’re plenty enough. You’re a proficient soldier, and I know that. But that doesn’t change the fact that this is a dangerous operation, and that by joining us you are putting yourself in grave danger.”

You rolled your eyes, completely done with Levi’s bullshit. You liked the protective side of him, you really did. However when it came to denying your requests to go on expeditions with him, it eventually appealed to you as one of his negative traits far too easily. Sighing, you turned on your heels and headed for the door, looking back at him as you grabbed the doorknob. “You can’t stop me. I’m coming with you tomorrow. You can try defying your superior if you have any objections.” You twisted the metal, slamming the door in his face as you walked back to the dorms. “Jesus, and I thought he would’ve been fine with it. He really thinks I’m that weak? I can still knock him down while sparring. He’s really gotta stop underestimating me.”

“Erwin, are you serious right now?” Levi was fuming. He didn’t expect his superior to actually permit you to come with. “I specifically told you to keep her safe. What do you do? Exactly the opposite.” Erwin’s head hung low as he contemplated his decision. “I had to. She’s a valuable asset that can benefit us in battle. Plus, she refused to give me my hair gel back until I approved of her request.” The shorter man’s mouth hung open. “COMMANDER WHAT THE HELL?-” “Calm down Levi. I assigned her to a spot right next to you. That way you can keep an eye on her.” The soldiers were slowly starting to mount their horses. “This better be worth it Erwin, or you’ll never hear the end of it.”

“I told you you couldn’t stop me, I was gonna come regardless of what you said.” Levi let out a low growl, glaring at you from his horse. “We’re having a very, very serious discussion about this when we get back.” You dryly chuckled, speeding in front of him as you yelled. “PERSON WITH LESS TITAN KILLS HAS TO CLEAN THE OFFICE!” Levi’s mouth curled up into a tiny grin. Still enthusiastic as ever, eh? “We’re still having that discussion, but with the addition of your devastating loss to me.” From the front, Erwin fired a green smoke signal, before yelling to everyone behind him. “ALL SOLDIERS BEHIND ME, SWITCH TO THE GEAR! LEFT AND RIGHT WING, STAY ON YOUR HORSES!” Wires zipped through the air, attaching themselves to buildings. You and Levi landed on top of a roof. “What the hell is that...?” A few miles away from you, a hazy image of a hoard of titans was enough to make your eyes widen with rage and confusion. “Why aren’t they charging?”

Everything that went down in the next few moments happened too quickly for either of you to comprehend. Sickening crunches rang throughout the battlefield as blood splattered on your face. Red painted over the buildings within a three mile radius, the air going a sickening shade of red. A look of terror washed over Levi’s usually stoic face as he pushed you behind him, shielding you while he braced himself from the pieces of debris and the rocks that were thrown towards the troops. “SHIT, GUYS FALL BACK!” You crouched down, covering your head as you curled up. “What’s up with that thing?” The raven haired man clicked his tongue, looking up carefully once the rocks stopped coming. “That piece of shit furry titan is pitching boulders like no tomorrow. We’ve gotta get out of here, fast.” You and Levi made it off the building just in time for the second wave of boulders to hit, the rocks sending even more scouts flying as blood went everywhere, strained screams and sobs echoing in the air. This wasn’t just a bloodbath. This was a massacre.

“Erwin, you can’t do this to them. Half of them haven’t even finished training. By conducting a suicide charge, we’re talking about bringing at least 200 soldiers to their graves. If you’re leading it, chances are you won’t survive either. You’ll never get to see the basement. There has to be another way.” Erwin shook his head solemnly. “This is the best plan I can think of. I’m sorry my friend. I guess I’ll go out fighting today.” Levi shook his head as you teared up, covering your mouth with a bloody hand. “Soldiers! We will be conducting a charge. Scream as loud as you can, fire your green signals towards the titan. In the meanwhile, Captain Levi and Squad leader (Y/N) will take out the rest of the titans. Am I clear-” “There’s no way we’re gonna make it! Everyone’s gonna die!” Your head hung low, a stoic expression plastered on your face. “Yes. You’re right.” The scouts looked at him in shock and horror. “You’re telling us to let go of everything we care about and die?” “Yes. Give up your dreams, and die. Die fighting for humanity. Die fighting for a better future. For your children. For your family. For your siblings. Devote your hearts, and die doing just that. Levi, (Y/N), go now while we still have time.”

“Cmon (Y/N), let’s go.” You nodded, firing out your gear towards the wall next to Levi. “Race you to the titans!” You flew towards the first titan, slicing its nape, before looking back to see how your boyfriend was doing. His brows furrowed as he wobbled on his gear, clearly struggling to balance. “Levi?” You screamed as his gear gave out and sent him tumbling towards the ground. You audibly gasped, turning back and rushing down to him. “Shit, just great. My gear’s broken.” You sensed something towering above you. From afar, an unfamiliar voice boomed. “You really think I wouldn’t have noticed? Titans, kill them.” You looked up as the gruesome being above you, as well as the other ones, snapped their heads towards you two, bloodlust clouding their eyes as they advanced towards Levi first. You tried your best to clear out the titans, slicing off nape after nape. You heard a yell, turning your head toward the sound. There Levi was, being picked up by one of the titans as it slowly brought him to its face. The man was thrashing wildly, desperately trying to wiggle his way out of the thing’s hand. It’s grotesque eyes examined the raven haired soldier, before raising its arm to lead him into its disgusting mouth. “OH NO YOU DON’T.” You screamed, zooming towards the titan at an inhuman speed. You pulled a slippery Levi out of its mouth, landing him safely onto the floor as you headed back up towards its nape, slicing up everything you could, before sending a devastating blow towards the back of its neck, blood spraying everywhere.Levi was obviously terrified, breathing heavily as his eyes widened. “Holy shit, thank god... oh Jesus, you could’ve died.” You made your way towards him, about to wrap your arms around his shaking figure, when your breath hitched in your throat. “(Y/N) NO!” You looked down, blood dripping from your side as you fell to the floor. You looked down at your uniform to see blood pooling around your body, staining your shirt crimson. You looked in front of you, to see a boulder, dried blood coating it. “Ah, it was that.” Your partner snapped out of whatever trance he was in, now running as fast as he could towards you. “No... NONONONO PLEASE DON’T!” Levi was a complete mess, screaming while he tried to take your gear off. Finally succeeding, a weight lifted from your hips, and a pair of strong arms hoisted you up and onto their back. Cool air grazed your face as you felt yourself being lifted off the ground and into the air, your consciousness slowly fading as you laid your head on his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Levi was about to break down. “No, please, (Y/N) please stay with me.” He saw your eyes flutter open, your mouth now bloody. “Huh? What’d you mean? I’m right... he... here...” You coughed a little bit, clotted blood landing on Levi’s cloak. “Shit, please stay awake. You have to. Don’t close your eyes even when it hurts like hell. Keep them open.” You nuzzled your face into his shoulder. “But I’m tireeeed-” “You are staying alive on my watch. Please, you can’t die. I won’t let you. Keep your damn eyes open. We’re almost at Hange...please, don’t leave me now. This is an order.” He knew the blood loss was getting to your head, judging by your dopey smile and idiotic statements. The stench of blood now filled his nose, the crimson liquid dripping off his boot. Normally he would’ve wiped it straight off as soon as possible, but he didn’t care right now. He didn’t care if amateurs were being slaughtered down there. He didn’t care how Erwin was. He didn’t care about what was happening on the other side with Eren and his squad. The only thing he could focus on, was your body that was relaxed against his. The peaceful expression you had despite being on the brink of death. A whimper left his throat, tears spilling out like a waterfall as he made his way up the wall. 

“SHITTY GLASSES! OI! HANGE!” The tall woman turned towards you two, her eyes widening in shock. “Levi, put pressure on the wound, I’m gonna go get help.” He frantically, but gently let you down, taking his cloak off and pressing the fabric onto your wound as you screamed, blood sputtering out of your mouth and onto his face as his tears mixed with the red liquid. “STAY AWAKE... please-” Your hand went up to his arm, grabbing onto him tightly. “Levi... I’m sorry....” The man shook his head, tears flying off his face. “No... don’t be. You can’t die on me. Please don’t die on me today....” You felt your vision go hazy, the once clear image of your lover becoming all but a blurry mix of colours. “I-I’m not gonna make it-” A loud sob resonated through the air. “YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT... please! For me, for your squad, for everyone....” You smiled to yourself, black dots making their way into your vision. “(Y/N)! Don’t you remember? We still have that discussion about you coming with me! We still have to go home! You killed more titans, I have to clean the office, remember?” You chuckled, one single teardrop finally leaving the corner of your eye, before coughing vigorously. “You... you were good to me, Levi.” Those were your last words, before your body gave out and your eyes shut completely. “No... NO! SHIT! WHY? IF YOU WEREN’T IN FRONT OF ME... YOU COULD’VE JUST LET ME DIE! IT WOULDN’T HAVE MATTERED! YOU PROMISED ME YOU WOULD BE FINE! YOU PROMISED!” Hange jogged towards Levi, bandages and cloth in hand. “I got the ban...dages.” Her face darkened when she saw your motionless figure and Levi’s bloodshot eyes. His face was now terrifyingly stoic. He felt numb, tears rolling down his cheeks as he tried to keep his sobs in. “Levi....” Grabbing onto his comrade’s shirt, he shoved his face into the fabric, screaming and sobbing until his lungs gave out. His tears mixed with the blood on his face, staining her jacket a dirty red. Hange let out a shaky breath, patting her best friend on the back as he continuously punched her shoulders, fists clenched so hard they started to go white.

That evening, no one dared say a word to Levi. Not even Erwin. The short soldier walked along the graveyard, knowing he was going to see your name on one of the tombstones. How he wished for some life changing miracle at that moment. Maybe this was all just a twisted fever dream. Maybe he was in bed, and you were sound asleep in the dorms with the other girls. He knew it was impossible, but it didn’t hurt to imagine how it would be like if you didn’t sacrifice yourself out there for him. He should be the one that was buried underground, bloody and all. It shouldn’t be you who was in the dirt. Other scouts that were mourning their comrades’ deaths moved over to give him a path, not wanting to get on his nerves. His demeanour was way darker than usual. His bored eyes were filled with sorrow and rage, his grey irises dull and glossy. Just the mention of your name from another soldier’s mouth was enough to drive him over the edge at this point. He blamed himself for what happened. He should’ve checked his gear more thoroughly. Maybe then you wouldn’t have had to step in. He should’ve been more aware and shielded you from the boulder. He should’ve been able to see it. He should’ve removed your gear quicker, maybe that would’ve bought you more time to get treated. A million possibilities circled through his head. There was so much he could’ve done both before and in that moment, that would’ve prevented all this. His footsteps stopped in front of a tombstone. There was nothing there. No one has even realised you went out yet. Levi bit his lip, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to leave his eyelids. No. He wasn’t going to cry in front of the other scouts. He dropped the flowers in his hand in front of the stone plate, kneeling down to its level. “You didn’t have to shield me from that boulder, brat.” Jean and Connie, who were next to him stared at him in shock. Never have they ever heard their captain say the word brat in such a soft tone before. Levi sensed the weirded out looks he received, but proceeded to ignore them. His knees hit the grassy floor as his head hung low, his bangs covering his eyes. “Shit....” He couldn’t hold it in anymore. His body shuddered as the waterworks came. Hot, salty tears spewing out of his eyes as he sobbed. Everyone around him was properly shook, staring in disbelief as their no bullshit captain broke down in front of your tombstone. “It’s all my fault! You could’ve just left me there! Why? Why did you have to go out instead of me? Why does everyone I care about have to meet a cruel end? Why?” Hange glanced at her friend from across the field, a bunch of flowers now presented in front of Moblit’s grave. She trod over to where Levi was, pulling him up and giving him a pat on the back. “Calm down Levi. You can’t change anything now. Might as well accept it.” That didn’t stop the tears from falling. His loud sobs reduced to strained whimpers, his hand going up to cover his mouth in a pathetic attempt to silence out the noise he was making. The younger scouts stayed silent as they watched their captain, slowly letting some of their tears out too. Levi thought back to your argument the night before. The little competition you started in the middle of the field. The rage you showed when you completely mutilated the titan that threatened his life. The last words you spoke before dying with a smile.

“You were good to me too, love.”

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[mangleschmidt]

DRV3 Boys playing TF2 Headcanons

(First made long before the F2P mute and bot crisis but I added the bot crisis)

Me and my bro made up many scenarios AND cosmetics for the class (my brother mostly help me with the idea)

I originally have the terminologies explained like market gardening, friendly and such but cut it because it’s getting too long. If you want the terminologies, you can tell me. Btw, I’m not an imagines blog, just doing this one for fun.

Kaito Momota

Main: Soldier

Thrilled to play this game, saying that's very manly and it's one of the coolest games yet

He, along with Kaede (and to an extend, Chiaki), are the ones who introduced the game to the class

Was a scout main at first and likes the scout unironically

A terrible tryhard warpig soldier

Saw a rocket jumping soldier at a High-tower map and wanted to imitate that, almost like he's blasting to space

Watch this guy try to market garden someone and then get fucking rekt by a Medic of all classes

He just dies, a lot, which is frustrating and his team gets mad at him

Kaito gets better at it fortunately, but it's a painfully slow process

You'll be lucky if he decides to go back to Scout in a round lmao

Rages in chat or voice but is the best cheerleader you can have in your team, he never actually shits on you for being shit on the game

There's that one time where Kaito got the Rocket Jumper from a drop, fired it at an enemy, got angry how it didn't worked, realized it doesn't do damage and embarrassed himself

Gets a bit pissy when no one is doing the objective so he avoids the maps Hightower and 2fort most of the time

Capture the flag and payload races mostly pisses him off for the same reason (tho he would go to Hightower for the sick rocket jumps)

So he doesn't like friendlies (but he may or may not, you know, do the conga, rock paper scissors, mannrobics, kazotsky kick-)

Anything that looks cool and manly cosmetics, but mostly you'll see him decked with space cosmetics

Bonus: Avoids Full Moon and Scream Fortress, is obviously afraid but he gives Alien Invasion a shot when it comes up, loves it. Also like Doomsday

Rantaro Amami

Main: Engineer

Everyone seems to be like it so why not give it a shot?

He got invested and also found the trading system

Rantaro usually plays engineer but is willing to change classes if the team needs a class

Is at least good at every other class

Rarely does turtling or battle engie but enjoys doing it with the other engies for laughs, and is very good at battle engie

Some people confused him with Uncle Dane

Hc that Rantaro looks up to Uncle Dane

Imagine Rantaro and Uncle Dane having a collab, that would be sick as fuck

Casual and competitive but more casual, often plays in community servers

That type of person who voice chats

Rantaro is one of the ones who would help his classmates play, along with Kaito. Imagine him like in a server with Kaito and Gonta, helping Gonta how to play and Avocado and Space boy act as a translator while Bug boy plays cutely

Doesn't mind friendlies, he chills with them a lot and he is easily well liked by the community

Some even suggested him to make a tf2 youtube channel

Has an unusual hat, making him look like a pro, has a lot of medic girlfriends because of this

One of the two reasons why the whole class have a wide array of cosmetics

Gonta Gokuhara

Main: Medic

At first he doesn't like how violent the game is

But since this violence is just for fun and in game and no one is actually getting hurt and dead so he's at least convinced

Still wants to play passively so Gonta goes with Medic, healing and helping his team seems to be a fitting choice!

The game is not too complex so he learns easily... i-in a way

Best boy learns fast, he should be fine

He's definitely that type of Medic who would go to someone when they press the E key and whoever is near him

Doesn't know where to look most of the time, gets lost easily to big maps like the control points

Gonta still has a firm grasp on what to do, like if he noticed that someone is in low health, he'll heal them immediately without needing the 'e', build up uber, spy check the patient, and never heal spies when they're disguised

Can't aim for shit, though he supposedly gets better at it with the crusader's crossbow

He sometimes would accidentally forget to pop when it's necessary and then die

"Danke!" Says that a lot

He doesn't play a lot despite having fun, he's an outdoor type of guy

Absolutely LOVES friendlies and just loves it when someone just stops, does the conga taunt and everyone follows, creating a conga line (until someone kills them all but it's all in good fun!) He loves silly servers

Is honestly surprised that there’s even such thing as silly servers and friendlies, thought it’s all blood and gore (he sometimes switch to pyro vision googles to avoid gore)

Sometimes plays as Heavy for the protecting part and the friendly Hoovy part for this reason

Anything fancy for the cosmetics, especially for hats the Gentleman's Gabsy or the Vintage Tyrolean (a good cosmetic for a good gentleman!)

Has a lot of cosmetics like Rantaro and trades them with the class

Bonus: Isn't fond of Banana Bay and the Second Banana... because banana

Kokichi Ouma

Main: None (most played: Scout)

Bold of you to assumed he never played this game before

... or is it a lie?

Needless to say he likes it for the cartoony and chaotic vibe of the game

Switches between the 9 classes, even if there's 5 spies he'll be the 6th one

He'd be that Medic who would leave the others to die, Scout that steals sandwiches from Heavy that's meant for the dying Medic and so forth

He might as well pretend to be a sniper bot

Chaos incarnate

This is the fucker who spams E and X+5 (Place the dispenser)

Also taunts in every kill

When he's on a losing team, he would try to bind kill right before the time is up or taunt kill in humiliation, sometimes works

Actually really good at the game, he's one of the very few people who picked up very quickly

Though he fooled Gonta once as a disguised enemy spy. He got rekt when they both noticed the achievement

Also dominated someone so badly that they immediately rage quit, another achievement

Another "you'll be lucky if he plays seriously" which is rare

Is definitely on a 30+ killstreak

People would sometimes thought he’s a squeaker (a kid who rages in voice chat) so he just fucks around with them and then just pulls a no u card

Neutral opinion on friendlies though he gets bored when no one is doing the objective or any action happening so he burns them all and watches them get mad in the chat

Obnoxious combos of cosmetics that you can easily recognize that purple neon Scunt from afar even if he's under an alias

Korekiyo Shinguuji

Main: Spy/Sniper

Not interested at first but is interested when others play and hovers over their shoulders to watch

While watching Gonta and Kiibo playing with the friendlies, he got interested

You don't see that in a lot of fps games

Korekiyo looks like an edgy sniper/spy main who just watches the chaos enveloping from the distance and getting headshots/backstabs out of nowhere

He's very calm and collective despite the crazy amount of chaos and all the deafening sounds of the vc

It's amusing to him, he even find the Administrator interesting and would sometimes go into many modes to hear her voice tone changes and a lot of behaviors of many players too

He even noticed the voice lines of the mercs and got invested in the lore of Team Fortress 2

Korekiyo still does his job in the game but can sometimes be interpreted as him in afk, almost got him kicked

Though he does get kicked for the being good at sniper, people getting butt hurt and called him a hacker

Also an amazing spy checker

Is interested about friendlies, he would come up to them close and observe them and he plays along with the taunts

He got really interested to see this "culture", like how most of the players collectively decides to play silly, serious or both, resulting him trying out almost every game mode and map there is

Unironically loves 2fort, Hightower, Suijin and Degroot Keep

Often joins community servers and silly servers but will do casual/pub servers whenever he feels like it

Something that resembles him irl, he looks edgy with the mask tbh

Other than that, his cosmetics changes depending on what mood or observation he wants to do

Ryoma Hoshi

Main: None (most played: Demoman)

Convinced by Kaito into playing

Not that much actually

Mediocre at best, he’s just doing his own thing

Definitely would stick around even if there’s one person in the server

Imagine getting killed by a Medic as a Demoknight in a melee fight with a shit weapon Do No Harm, couldn’t be me... or Ryoma

Likely plays Passtime

He will never admit it but he finds the ragdolls in the game funny

Also unironically likes the Scout

Demoknight tf2

God, imagine Ryoma has demonknight speed, combine it with his own speed and Solarlight skills, he’d be infinitely flying across all maps and go beyond the skybox

Ryoma too strong pls nerf

Doesn't play it often, not really his thing

Doesn’t mind friendlies, honestly surprised that there’s even such thing as one

Doesn't customize himself, though he likes the animal cosmetics

I apologize to the Ryoma fans out there for this being short

Shuichi Saihara

Main: None (most played: Spy)

Also doesn't see the appeal, but convinced by Kaito into playing

When he played the game for the first time, every time he dies, he switch to a class just to test them out

It’s too much for him, please hold him

Probably fell off a cliff several times-

Imagine the sheer amount of panic he feels when playing any class, especially Medic since Medic is a death magnet

Rockets, explosives, bullets, fire, blood and ragdolls everywhere! ... oh hey why is that guy just crouching with a melee?

He gets the hang of it over time

One of the best spy checker there is as well, not only as Pyro, though he feels sorry for the new spies (or newbies in general) so he tries to teach them the best way he can

The server kicked him for using hacks to find spies but for him, it’s obvious???

He usually plays the class whatever the team needs at the moment

Hard reads are strong in this one

Sushi likes the friendlies, chills with them a lot :>

Doesn’t customized himself, Kaito’s the one who helped him with it

K1-B0

Main: None (most played: Heavy)

Tries it out

It's ok I guess

He also doesn't have a main because he'll try to accommodate in which class is needed

If the whole team is like a full house of cards (in a 4 snipers, 5 engies type of way, you get the idea), he'll mostly go for the Medic since he knows it's vital for a team to have a Medic

There's rarely any Medics or Heavies in the start of the round, are they an endangered species??

He might start an event or something dedicating to the two classes

It never goes well despite Keebo's efforts in those, let's be honest

Though sometimes the team has like three Medics, the poor boy is confused

He's actually doing alright with all the class

The bot problem, oh god the bot problem

So there's that one time where the Myg0t bot joined, the enemy team said in the chat about kicking the bot

Well... obviously this made Keebo upset, as he thought they were referring to him

The server thought Keebo was trolling when he said something about him being a robot and saying that they're being robophobic... and sending them to court-

By some kind of miracle, the server liked Keebo because of this so he wasn't kicked out but he's incredibly salty throughout the match

"The server is robophobic" "Keebo, they were referring to the aimbots, they weren't robophobic" "... What Aimbots?"

His classmates were able to explain with videos and experiences, and also told him about several other types of bots that ruins the fun, which made Keebo embarrassed for having the wrong assumption

Though he still gets offended whenever it happens-

Like Kaito, he also doesn't like friendlies, insisting that that it's not how really play the game, though is guilty in pre-game conga lines, mannrobics and kazotski taunts, he likes the mannrobics

Bonus: Does NOT like the bot deco and is conflicted with the Mann vs Machine game mode

[selfless1978]

SURRENDER

She hit the ground hard, grunting on the impact. Vicky found herself in the undignified position of lying on the ground, her eyes clenched shut against the pain of her sore ribs. Her arm wrapped around her throbbing ribs as she ignored the rest of her more minor injuries.

“This is her?” Came the unseen woman’s voice. A voice that couldn’t, or wouldn’t, hide the amusement in it. Quite the opposite, the owner made it very clear that she was not impressed with what she saw on the ground in front of her. Vicky felt the nudge of a booted toe against her side, igniting a flare of pain.  

“Yes, Mistress.” Came the answer from one of the thugs who had drug her in.

“Pathetic. Leonardo shames himself by associating with her. She makes such an easy target to get his attention with.”

Leo....

At the mention of that name Vicky’s eyes snapped open again. Unseen to those around her, a fire began to light up in those deep brown orbs. A fire she never thought she’d need again. One she hadn’t felt since the first time her life was in dire peril. 

There's so much life I've left to live, And this fire is burning still

She didn’t know how long she had lain there, being taunted and occasionally kicked. But it hadn’t been a long amount of time. Vicky just remained quiet at the torment. For now. Instead she tried to focus on her situation. It seemed that they were in a large lot of some kind. She could smell the scent of dirty sea water and there seemed to be warehouses and buildings surrounding them. 

The docks, they had to be at the docks. Okay, one question down, only fifty million more to go. Vicky tried to sit up, and was instantly kicked back to the ground again by this damned woman.

“Stay down. Crawl on the ground where you belong.”

There was harsh laughter from those around her. Laughter that silenced abruptly. Even hurting and struggling to focus, Vicky clearly felt the sudden tension in the air. She raised her eyes to find the reason why.

Leo had just landed. As her eyes looked up he was already righting himself from the crouch he had landed in, and his glorious blue eyes met her brown ones. His expression neutral, but those blue eyes held anger, fear and something more. Hers held the relief of seeing him. Even in this dire situation her heart lifted. Leo... He had come. 

“You actually came for this worthless thing?” The woman laughed.

He remained quiet, but his eyes shifted to her and his anger flared in those icy orbs.

He had come for her....

When I watch you look at me, I think I could find the will. 

“Let her go.” His tone was low. It sent shivers down Vicky’s spine. It was a side of him she hadn’t ever seen before. That tone promised untold violence as he strode closer. His steps filled with a purpose as he  strode closer. In an instant a katana was in his hand and the threat of violence breaking out was heavy as those around her pulled out theirs.

Suddenly, a blade was held at her own throat by this bitch. “Stay where you are Leonardo, or I’ll spill her blood all over the concrete.” 

He froze, fury in his expression as she gloated at him. 

“So easy to control you now. You waste your time with this useless sack of flesh.”

To stand for every dream, and forsake this solid ground

And give up this fear within, of what would happen if they ever knew

Vicky glared up at her captor. This cunt was using her. Using her to get to him! She began to tremble in her rage. She was being used as a god damned pawn. Again! And this time against someone she was...

I'm in love with you

...falling deeply in love with.

Anger filled her even more. Starting to drown out the pain from her bruised ribs and numerous smaller injuries. It pumped adrenaline in her veins and she clearly felt her body readying itself for something she didn’t know yet. For once, she was clearly facing her feelings. And getting ready to fight clearly for them. She was surrendering. Not to this woman, but...to him.

'Cause I'd surrender everything, To feel the chance to live again

I reach to you, I know you can feel it too

Her eyes flipped back to his from her prone position on the ground. His expression was helpless as he met her gaze. His hand tightening on the hilt of his weapon. Vicky’s own eyes held an apology that she had let herself be caught. To be used to draw him into this situation. She had never wanted this. Vicky wanted him to be happy, to be free of responsibilities when he was with her. She wanted to be his place to escape the shit he had to deal with. Not to be a cause of torment.

We'd make it through. 

No. She wouldn’t fall into that trap. The fault was not hers, nor was it Leo’s. It was this nameless woman’s. She was the one trying to use her against him. The one who was trying to tear something apart Vicky was beginning to understand that she wanted, needed. 

“You go to far, Karai.”

“I’ve not gone far enough. She still lives, for now.”

A thousand dreams I still believe, I'd make you give them all to me. 

I'd hold you in my arms and never let go

It wasn’t enough. She didn’t want to just live. She wanted to live with him. To spend every waking moment by his side. Regardless if it was lying next to him in his bed, or fighting by his side. Vicky was reliving every moment she had spent with him. Every moment of laughter, of tenderness. Moments where she began to feel she had found a purpose in her life again where it had been so cold and empty before. She didn’t want to just be someone in his life, she wanted to share his life. 

Vicky knew there was more to this turtle than goofy oreo dipping moments and silly jokes and gentle teasing. He was a warrior. He was a fighter. He defended those who couldn’t defend themselves. He stood for the downtrodden. He stood against tyrants like this woman. A woman who had a very distant set of morals.

The woman pushed away her pain even more. Finding something that had been buried deep down inside of her. She had lost hope over the years that there was nothing left for her to fight for. But now, memories of a time before she met him came to the forefront of her mind. She had been a soldier. She had face tyrants before. She had faced death before. And so had he. 

With him, she could find that place in this world she had tried to find when she joined the army. When she left, she had been disillusioned. Now, he was relighting that fire. 

In mere moments she went from living under her hopeless views to knowing that with him she could make that difference she had wanted to make since Amy died....if she surrendered to him completely.

I surrender

Her life still was in danger. That blade inches from her neck as the stand off continued. Vicky didn’t know what exactly Karai wanted from Leo. And at this point she didn’t care. All she knew was that she had made up her mind in whose hands she actually wanted to place her life. And it wasn’t this bitch.

I know I can't survive, another night away from you

She owed him so much he would never know. He taught her how to trust again, to enjoy her life. A life that was so much better now with him in it. No, she would not lay here and be the cause of his downfall.

You're the reason I go on, and now I need to live the truth

Right now, there's no better time. From this fear I will break free

She had been so scared at first. Not knowing what was going on. Not knowing what she should, or could, do. She had been at a disadvantage, now she studied Karai very closely as she exchanged words with Leo. 

Leo....

Her eyes met his again. This time free of the confusion and full of determination. His own eyes widened slightly, as if he could read her thoughts. Then, he smiled lightly and nodded. He was ready.

He knew more than Karai would ever know. And Vicky now had a reason to end her cowering on the ground. She had him. 

And I'll live again with love. And no they can't take that away from me

And Vicky refused to let Karai rip them apart.

And they will see

Kara was about to find out who she was actually surrendering to....and it wasn’t to this black clad tramp. Vicky’s fighting spirit came awake with a vengeance.

'Cause I'd surrender everything, to feel the chance to live again

I reach to you, I know you can feel it too

With a speed fueled by adrenaline, Vicky slapped the blade away from her throat and spun her body on the ground just enough to kick Karai’s feet out from underneath her. The caught off guard woman hit the ground on her back next to Vicky, and she wasted no time to crawl onto of the woman and began to pummel her. Vicky’s face was twisted in a furious snarl as Karai regained her senses. The two of them rolled around on the ground like two bar room brawlers, Vicky knowing that if this woman got to her feet she would easily outmatch Vicky with her martial arts skills. The brunette simply refused to let her back to her feet as she dished out punches.

We'd make it through

In her peripheral, she could tell that all hell broke loose. These strange soldiers had moved in to try and pull this feisty woman off of their leader, but was met with a swift moving blur of green as Leo joined the fray. His blades flashing in the light as he swung them around with practiced ease of years of training and fighting. Even as she kept on Karai, Vicky had to marvel at his strength and speed. His fighting was so smooth it seemed like a dance. A deadly one, but beautiful to watch. 

A thousand dreams I still believe, I'd make you give them all to me

I'd hold you in my arms and never let go

Vicky had finally managed to daze Karai enough to where she could roll off. Finding a weapon on the ground, thanks to Leo disarming one of these goons, she picked up the sword, not really knowing how to use the silly thing. It didn’t stop her. She used the none sharp edge like a club and smashed her way to him. She had to get to him. Once she was with him, they could find a way out. She would trust herself to his more than capable arms. Arms she wanted so much to surrender herself in.

I surrender

It seemed that the fight went on for hours, even if it had only been a few moments. Her arms were rapidly beginning to tire. Her momentum beginning to slow.

Every night's getting longer

But she refused to give in. Now stumbling towards him in exhaustion. Nothing else mattered than reaching him.

And this fire is getting stronger, babe

And he saw her coming. He saw how much she was struggling to just stay on her feet at this point, and yet she refused to give in.

I'll swallow my pride and I'll be alive, can't you hear my call

“Leo!”

I surrender all

With a last push, she stumbled towards him. He quickly sheathed one of his swords and supported her as she fell against him. Giving all her trust and faith to him. His arm wrapped around even as he fought on. Somehow keeping them all at bay while keeping her shielded.

Then, finally, he broke free and scooped her up in his arms and ran. His swift strides quickly outpacing their pursuers before he went up to the rooftops and took a route they could not follow easily.

Right here, right now, I’d give my life to live again

I’ll break free, take me. My everything, I surrender all to you

She melted in his grip. Trusting him with her very life. The final surrender as she accepted that he would do anything for her, and she would do the same for him. She gave up her long fight of trying to live this life on her own. He was now a part of her, heart and soul.

Right here, right now. I’d give my life to live again

I’ll break free, take me. My everything, I surrender all to you

She surrendered to her love. Her love for him.

@bushido-in-blue

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And here is your first introduction to me writing a song inspired story. Doesn’t have to be canon with us. I just get these spontaneous story ideas when I hear songs. Thank you for letting me do this.

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Title: untitled (aka im too lazy to think of a title) Series: Obey me  Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel and Bel. Special guest Solomon. Summary: **SPOILERS FOR LATEST CHAPTERS** Ultimately, Solomon has his hands on the grimoire and now has full control over the demons. lowkey SolomonxAsmo. 

Trigger warning: violence 

 “It’s really nothing personal you guys” Solomon holds his smile, looking all too pleased with himself. “I have to admit I wasn’t planning on MC to be a descendant of Lilith but it does make things more interesting.” 

 Lucifer watched from the floor, his anger boiling deep in his blood as he glared at Solomon. The grimoire tight in his hands, giving him total control of any and all demons. Himself included. 

  “Solomon!” He roared, his power surging through the floor and up against the walls causing them to crack. 

  “Now now,” Solomon begins, waving his hand, magic clamping the demons mouth shut. “Inside voices.” 

 “What the hells the matter with you!” Mammon’s voice echoed next. 

 “What do you have to gain from doing this!” Satan was next, the power of his aura pulsing around him. One after the other throwing questions out of their own anger. Oddly enough Asmodeus was most certainly the quietest. 

 “Nothing to say Asmo? You were the only one of your brothers to form a pact with me and yet you haven't said a single word.” 

Solomon could see the grief in Asmo’s eyes, for how impossibly narcissistic he was it was certainly something new to see him finally bite his tongue. 

“Oh, you really are hurt aren’t you?” His words seemed to Pierce right through Asmo. Perhaps if things were different he would have felt a little remorseful for betraying him, he did come to like him after all. However, attachments, bonds... were useless to him. Ironic, but if it wasn’t something he could control— he wanted no part of it. He was after power after all.

“Solomon! Why are you doing this?!” His attention moved from the fallen Asmodeus and focused now on MC who was looking at him with complete and utter malice. 

He laughed. “Now that’s a look I haven’t seen you before. Upset that I’ve control over all the ones you care for?” 

“I want to know what your plan is” MC demanded. Solomon merely smiled. 

“Power” he says easily, without a moment's hesitation. 

“Power is what I’m after, and I’ve managed to do exactly that. The only outcome I didn’t plan on was you. I thought you were just an ordinary human. You have no real power, your skills in magic are near nonexistent and yet you managed to make a pact so easily. We all know Mammon is a grade A fool, but there’s no denying he is powerful. Next to Lucifer even. When I found out your bloodline it made more sense.” Using his magic he brought MC closer to him, holding her up with his power. 

“Stay away from her!” Mammon growled through his teeth, desperately trying to fight the order he was given not to move but the power the grimoire gave Solomon was far too strong. 

“See you have the bloodline of an angel, angels have great and immense power. I want to take that from you. You can’t even begin to fathom all that power locked up inside you.” 

“No.. no you’re wrong!” 

“Come on, given all that’s happened here in the Devildom is it really that hard to believe? You may not be Lilith, but her power is in you.” He moves in slowly, his lips lingering against her ear. “And I want it.” 

He releases her with a thud, still holding that smile. 

“So, we have quite a bit to talk about. How about we continue this somewhere more quiet, hm~?” 

“I’m not going anywhere with you” MC spat. He chuckled. 

“You’re not a demon, so I can’t really control you. However,” a snap of his fingers and Lucifer rose to stand beside him. “I can control him. Lucifer, I want you to kill your brothers, they’re dead weight anyway.” 

“N-No please!” MC jumped to her feet, tears in her eyes but Solomon’s magic held her back. “Solomon you bastard don't make him do this!” 

Lucifer struggled against Solomon’s power, with the grimoire in his possession he couldn’t disobey. One leg moved after the other no matter how hard he tried to fight it. I can’t... 

  How could this happen? The mighty Lucifer, fall so hard? Again? He didn’t want this... he didn’t want to hurt his brothers. The power was too much, and in an instant he had Beelzebub’s neck in the palm of his hand, squeezing hard. He could feel his little brother squirming, legs kicking as he gasped for air. Lucifer remained stoic on the outside, another command from Solomon.. but on the inside his soul was aching. Lucifer could only stare into his baby brothers eyes, eyes who were begging him to release, to fight. 

“Lucifer stop! You’re killing him!” MC screamed, her eyes turned to Solomon. “Okay! I’ll go with you! Just please make him stop!” 

Amused, Solomon held up his hand. “That’s enough, Lucifer.” 

Like clockwork, Lucifer released his brother, letting him fall to the floor as he gasped for air. 

“You’re valuable to me, I don’t want to hurt you. Yet anyway. So if you continue to make things difficult... well let’s just say I know exactly how to make you hurt.” Solomon’s words are cold, his expression like ice with no feeling. MC could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest, and all she could do was nod. A calm smile crossed Solomon’s features once again. “Good, after you” he muses, motioning for MC to head out the door. She moved with reluctance, but Solomon knew she would risk him setting Lucifer on his brothers again. He followed after her, stopping for a moment, making sure MC was out of ear shot.

“Lucifer, torment your brothers. No need to kill just yet,” he chuckles walking out of the door. “And Lucifer? Make it hurt.” 

Once the door closes, Lucifer is left with a feeling of dread. He can’t fight it, no matter how hard he tries. He doesn’t want to hurt his brothers. The brothers who took his side in the rebellion, the brothers who fought alongside him, who fell with him. He swore he wouldn’t let anything happen to them— and yet. 

 He moves at lightning speed, going for Belphegor first. Belphegor wasn’t as quick as Lucifer, something Lucifer took advantage of. He knew his brothers would attempt to fight back, and he hoped they would for what little it was worth. 

 Belphegor struck first, a powerful fist headed straight for Lucifer. The first born was too fast, grabbing his fist and slamming him deep into the floor. “Lucifer stop!” Asmodeus voice came strong alongside Satan. Both using their strength to Lucifer down, he could see the strain in his siblings eyes, desperately trying to hold him back. Lucifer tried, tried to stop the command, to fight for his will. But his body was against him, and with his strength he sent Asmo flying up towards the ceiling, his dark power surging through him forcing him to gag up his own blood. He wanted so badly to call out to him, to hold him and wipe the blood from his face. To make the pain stop. 

“Fight this, damn it!” Satan hissed, his eyes burning with fury as he was conjuring up all his rage to hold Lucifer back. Lucifer could see his power, if only he could reach out and tell him that yes, he admired who Satan had become. That despite being born from him, he was still his own demon. But he couldn’t, instead he grabbed Satan by his horns and ripped him off him. He was quick to drive a powerful kick to Satan’s stomach before sending him flying. Beel was currently aiding Belphegor, cradling his twin brother in his arms as he begged him to open eyes. Lucifer began to make his way towards them until a voice caught his attention. 

“Lucifer!” Mammon cried out. Lucifer turned to face his brother. 

No... I don’t want to do this... !! 

Mammon was the first of his brothers, the second oldest. The first of them all for him to bond, grow close to. Even in Heaven, they seemed to be at odds but Lucifer loved him. Through all his faults, his absurd attitude and ridiculous get rich schemes. No matter how many times he would have to bail him out of whatever mess he’d gotten into. 

Lucifer didn’t want to hurt him, he didn’t want this. Mammon rarely fought, he didn’t need to. But this? This was different. In full demon form, the second oldest stood before Lucifer, the rest of his brothers following suit behind him. If Lucifer had control of his body, if he could truly take in the sight before him he would walk up to him, ruffle his hair to tease but tell him he was proud. Standing up to him, protecting his brothers, assuming the responsibility as the second eldest. 

There was a fight in Mammon eyes. 

His charge was quick, Mammon moving with incredible speed and landing several hits on Lucifer. The first born then made his move, swinging hard and hitting Mammon in the face, causing him to fly back, knocking over his brothers in the process. 

It didn’t take long for Mammon to come racing back with another vigorous attack, his hits with speed and precision. Lucifer moves with grace, blocking his attacks and jumping back a considerable distance. He raised his hand in front of him, his influence holding Mammon in the air and drawing him close. He watched his brother struggle, his eyes falling back on the eldest. 

“Do what you’re gonna do. It’s never stopped you before!” 

No... this was different. This wasn’t under his terms, it wasn’t for the joy of tormenting his silly little brother. He was forced to do serious harm. Lucifer didn’t want this.

   Despite his struggle Lucifer began to tap into his darker power, his mind focusing on Mammon’s insides. Slowly he began applying pressure to his heart, his lungs, burning his brain like giving him an aneurysm. Lucifer could hear his brothers cries of agony, his younger siblings watching in horror as Lucifer slowly ripped Mammon from the inside out. 

  There wasn’t much that caused Lucifer pain, the last time he shed tears for their sister, Lilith. And wept after his fall. Now, though he was unable to show emotion, he could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks as he continued to squeeze, twist and turn Mammon’s insides. His cries growing loud in agony. 

I’m sorry... 

As began to give a final squeeze of his fist there was a clap that echoed in the room. “That’s enough, Lucifer.” Came Solomon’s voice, Lucifer could practically see the smug grin on his face. “You can relax now. Remember I don’t want them dead just yet, I have plans for you and your brothers.” 

A wave of relief rushed over Lucifer as he released Mammon, watching him fall unconscious to the floor. Lucifer turned to face Solomon to motioned for him to bow. Unable to fight, Lucifer got to his knees, ruby hues glistening through his tears. Solomon smirked, 

“Such a sorrowful look Lucifer, I guess it makes sense considering how you just can’t seem to stop yourself from falling” Solomon chuckled, his eyes glancing over at the mess of the room. “I’ll let you do what you do best, clean up your brothers mess. We have a long night ahead of us.”