#Umihebi

[landofanimes]

If I had a nickle for every time a red haired anime protagonist was a prisoner in a human traffic ship, together with a pretty boy and at least one other woman, in a plot where one or more of them had to let themselves be captured to help save the others - all of this in the middle of a longstanding feud between pirates (led by a woman) and the local government...

I would have 2 nickles - which isn't a lot, but it's funny that it happened twice!

[nokaru]

AnS Rare Pair Scramble @ans-arcade

UmiTorou! (First) Meeting

The assassin sent to break you out of prison proceeds to fall out of the window she climbed in through, right into your lap.

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@nokaru dearest, here are some practice sketches of Umihebi from when I was doing your prompt~ 💚

[onedivinemisfit]

Ideas about a witcher!au torou x umihebi showdown. Yes the song inspired me, bc I have wondered how to bring to a close this dysfunctional mother and daughter plot

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lxxi. Beauty and Her Beast

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Trust the Crab to foul up even what was in his own interest.

Umihebi had ensured that it would be to her old associate’s benefit to serve her on this occasion. She had made a business of such transactions (with and without the other party’s knowledge) in her old trade of human flesh.

Many a sale had satisfied a client by burying an enemy of hers — or, more often, her enemy’s daughter.

Today’s affair, insofar as she had intended it, had promised much the same, with only slight variations on the theme.

Her maneuvers had cost the Crab some property damage, but that was fair trade for the trouble he had cost her — leaving her and her men little option but to flee in search of another bolthole, a new hideaway.

Besides, she had granted him the pleasure of venting his spleen on a most deserving target.

...

Umihebi enjoyed a little destruction, a little exercise of brute power now and then, though still sweeter was to make the threat and watch the fear it inspired. 

Then there was no doubt who held the reins — who was in control.

In this case, however, the sport of her vengeance paled in importance when compared with the consequences of the Crab’s anger.

She was relying on him to perform one last little service for her, to make her escape complete.

...

When evading pursuit, it was not choosing a secure stronghold nor selecting the slipperiest route that tipped the scales.

No, Umihebi could say from long experience that the game turned on covering your tracks.

It was not enough to vanish in the dead of night with all her men — she must ensure that no one could follow … on foot, on horseback, or with their tongues.

...

The Crab’s silence she had purchased long ago, but those two men, they who had taken a hand in robbing her of rule over the high seas – those she would see silenced permanently.

She would not run the risk of their wandering away, this side of the border or anywhere else, with wandering tales of a pirate queen gone astray on land.

She had set and baited a snare for them — arranged to bring them to the Crab’s attention in a way that could not be overlooked, first by flushing them from the hole into which they had so readily cast themselves.

They had all taken the bait magnificently, one after another. Nothing more obliging could be imagined.

...

The neatness of the plan exacted its price, however: now that Umihebi had forced them into the public eye, it became all the more essential to destory them before they could speak.

After her usual fashion, she had gambled it all on a make-or-break play. With stakes like that, she could not afford to trust blindly to an accomplice, no matter how carefully placed — particularly not an accomplice as oblivious and blundering as the Crab.

He would act in his own interest, of that she felt confident — but would he choose the surest means?

...

Umihebi gambled big, but she also provided herself with alternative means of escape: if not the seas, then whirlpools; if the vortexes failed, then she made for the caves.

She had guaranteed the success of today’s venture by the most straightforward of means: personal supervision.

The wisdom of this choice became immediately apparent when the women arrived. 

...

From her vantage point overlooking the square, Umihebi watched in disbelief deepening to amazement as the apple-haired girl once again materialized as if from thin air, right in the middle of her plans.

The court case unraveled. Her prey was slipping from her grasp.

When she saw the prisoners actually on the brink of release, and her chosen emissary too impotent to intervene, Umihebi waited no longer.

Without revealing her position, she signaled her men: “Attack!”

...

Exiled pirates oozed from the shadows: in the alleys, on the roofs, among the crowd, they emerged and unmasked.

A motley crew, they dressed in a ragged assortment of local robes and wrappings for camouflage, mixed with the leathers and metals more suited to their trade.

Ill-matching as they were, they converged on their target as one, with a predator’s instinct.

...

Kiki fell back at once, putting herself between Shirayukki and the crowd.

It was no real defense — she could not cover her friend from every direction, with hostiles advancing from all sides.

Kiki acted as much from instinct as stratagem: facing away from the tribunal, she stood with her back to Mitsuhide, and what could be safer?

...

She had drawn her sword from beneath her cloak, but not yet from its sheath. Kiki knew enough of this country’s laws to suspect that the authorities might not look kindly on a stranger baring a sword in the crowded square.

She wielded the flat instead, slamming the blunt hilt with merciless precision into anyone who pressed too near.

The melee was all confusion: the guards, divided between attack and retreat, had at last formed up around the tribunal’s elevated seat where they immediately clashed with the Crab’s retainers.

Panic-sticken bystanders pushed, punched, and screamed fear and insults as the pirates felled anyone who stood between them and the scaffolds.

...

“Kiki!” Shirayuki’s voice sounded in her ear. “Kiki, we have to help them!’

Kiki cast an unwilling glance back, expecting to see the hapless guards embroiled in some mischance, but her stomach dropped as she realied her mistake.

While she was sheltering Shirayuki, the remnants of the ambush had flanked her.

They swarmed the platform now, where Mitsuhide and Obi stood yet bound immobile.

...

The thugs kept a prudent distance, with due respect for Mitsuhide’s manacled fists, but their raised weapons left no doubt as to their intentions. 

Any moment now, Kiki knew, they would gather the initiative for a rush.

Her muscles tensed to spring to her partner’s side, but she hesitated.

She must not leave Shirayuki undefended.

...

The moment Kiki’s attention was divided, Umihebi’s hand chopped the air like a hatchet, summoning the archer she had held in reserve alongside her. 

“Shoot!”

...

Obi saw it all. 

He had barely spared a thought for the pirates menacing his position because he had fixed all remaining power of concentration on Shirayuki and the currents of danger that surrounded her.

With that infallible, almost superhuman sense that had made him a faultless personal guard, he felt the arrow before it was launched.

Eyes snapping to a partially concealed window, he twanged with the string and knew its trajectory. 

In less than a heartbeat, he acted.

...

If Obi’s hands had been free, he might have cut the arrow down mid-flight, but as it was, he would take the surest means of deflecting it from its intended target.

The shaft arced down, and Obi leaped, allowing the restraints to spin him around so that he stretched full-length, arms wrenched over his head in a tortured gymnastics.

He caught the arrow before it descended into the crowd, before it could touch the red-haired woman below.

...

It struck him under the arm, at an angle that sank deep into his chest.

The ropes anchoring him gave way, and Obi crashed to the ground before his wife, pale and still.

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Subordinate, enters: Oi, boss!

Umihebi, annoyed: What is it! Can't ya see I'm busy?

Subordinate: You have a visitor.

Umihebi, raises an eyebrow: Who is it?

Subordinate, pauses: It's the Red-head.

Umihebi, pales: I-I'm not here!

Subordinate, confused: You're not here?

Umihebi: NO! I'M NOT! I went for a swim!

Subordinate: But you're here?

Umihebi: Not anymore!

Umihebi: [Quietly opens cabin window, grabs rope, and leaves.]

Subordinate, pales: B-But doesn't that mean that I'M going to be alone with Red Hair... by MYSELF?!

Subordinate: W-Wait for me, boss!! Don't leave me here!! [Jumps into the ocean, too]

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

AnS, Umihebi, respect the sea

“Here’s some advice. Shit I needed to hear when I was your age.”

Kids’ve got no gratitude these days. The Toghrul chit just stares into the pounding storm, her drenched hair plastered across her stony face.

“Wanna do business with them?” She spits west into the churning waves and prays the curse chokes Wisteria in his sleep. “You won’t. In a few years, you’ll fold up your sails for the last time. Climb into bed with one prince or another, west or east. Maybe both.”

Tough crowd tonight. Toghrul simply watches her little wooden fleet, emptying by one chest of wax-wrapped goods and one Claw sailor at a time.

“You’ll be rich, foreign- not too foreign- and your boats’ll fly a castle’s colors. Your orchards and fisheries doled out as party favors. Your island full of yellowhaired men and their homesick wives and hunting dogs. You think I’m in the skin trade? You haven’t seen shit, kid. You don’t know how fast villages can disappear.”

Something hits home. “I’m guessing this is where you tell me what you really want?” Oh, Toghrul’s a princess in her own right, that’s for sure. She’s got the glower. “Now that you’ve finished robbing me.”

“Take their gold, girlie, I don’t give a damn. But giving them the sea? The sea’s gonna come for you one day.”

Toghrul snorts. “Unless I give you your cut.”

“So accusatory.” Umihebi gestures- come along. Finally, an interesting dinner guest. “But I’m a businesswoman too, at heart.”

[redmemoirs]

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[rehasaleh]

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You mean the Claw of the Sea's leader is a woman?

Yes, but she's more like a snake than anything. Cold, dead eyes with a heart to match. She terrifies weak men into doing whatever she says, no matter how miserable it might make them in the long run.

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@kitxkatrp asked: ❛ people can do worse things than kill you  ❜ Umihebi to Maika various things spoken in an adventuring party pt.2

"Oh, I know." She spoke, void of emotion as she looked down at the heartless woman before her. The woman then proceeded to kick her, mindlessly. She was taken into Faunoir custody and as such. . . She could finally do as she pleased with this waste of air. "Don't worry, you'll learn the truth of what true agony is by the time I'm done with you. But it'll never compare to what you did to countless innocent lives."

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“It’s been like this for as long as I can remember.” (Maika to Umihebi, experimentation verse)

"Has it? You poor thing," she tilted the woman's eyes up to meet hers. She was still putting on the sympathetic look that tricked so many people and she was fully intending to get Maika on her ship one way or another. This woman....would sell for a pretty penny, with her sharp cheeks and delicate eyes.

"How about this? I offer honest work. If you come with me to my ship, you'll be paid well~"

[nokaru]

Friend! What is your ONE favourite thing about Umihebi and/or Torou??

heyyy bae!! After giving this sooo many thoughts and sleepless nights I've settled on these two things I like about them.

Okay firstly, Umihebi. My love, my darling, my evil rotten woman. There are many reasons why I like her but my favorite thing/the initial thing that drew me to her was her established place in the pirate "hierarchy", basically matriarch type of vibe + the anime straight up saying "she manipulates weak willed/half hearted men to do her bidding even when it's a one sided deal"...yada yada I'm so sad the manga didn't include the little snipped of her background but at least this funny panel was there

so yeah Umihebi being a strong leader woman, taking advantage of her circumstances and wielding them to her will is very cool, very hot. I unconsciously tend to dumb her down for the sake of comedy relief but she really is insanely good strategist and captain, I mean look at how far she's gotten by just using her mean bitch glare (until our protagonists used their protagonist powers on her rip umi) she was THE girlboss of her time.

Now, when it comes to Torou picking just ONE thing I love about her is an impossible task. The moment I think I have the answer I change my mind and the circle repeats – but ultimately I'm a huge fan of how she pretends to casually care about Obi. There's nothing casual about her words, or at least I interpreted it that way. She's all jokes and flirty remarks but it can be seen she actually cares. She obviously plays this cool girl persona but she gets awfully sentimental and nostalgic on Obi during their conversations esp after she sees him with zenyuki and how different he is now.

THE FACE SHE MAKES?? OH SHE'S ABSOLUTELY CONFLICTED BY SEEING OBI BE THIS HAPPY WITH PROPER FOLK

I'm sure she's the same with her other kin as she mentions to Obi to "hurry on and come back to us". Like hello miss who is US??? Your other friends? 🙄 How embarrassing. Anyway, yeah Torou's badly hidden sentiment is my favorite. Makes my brain tingle.

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Hiii for your drawing practice, could you draw Umihebi? 🥺 As for the adjective/item hmm maybe some "lazy" pose? (honestly not sure about that one either ksjsjs)

Good luck and have fun with your drawings!! <33

A slow day on deck~ 🏴‍☠️

When studying her appearance and thinking of distinguishing features, I decided to give her a nose that had previously been broken in a fight. It’s not too obvious but just a li’l wonky.

Thanks nokaru!! 💖

[onedivinemisfit]

AnS Rimworld!AU, some of the cast who’s passed away

Lata was a jeweler and father to Obi, who legitimized him late in life and took his family in, and died in 5508 from a heart attack

Umihebi was a brigand and in the banditry business with Mukaze, bearing his child Torou, then dying under… chaotic circumstances in 5485, when Torou was still a toddler

Itoya was housecarl to Mukaze and married to his eldest daughter, Torou, and the father of her children. He was cut down and killed by bandits in year 5505

Kihal was a herpetologist and Zen’s first wife, mother to three children with him, until a stray bullet during an attack on the colony hit her in the head, killing her instantly. Died in 5507

AnS (c) Akizuki Sorata

Art: Me

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lxii. Beauty and Her Beast

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How could she forget him —dangerous, grim, standing guard over her men in the caves?

The cave had been dark, the battle fierce, but Umihebi knew this man – how otherwise, when he had been the first to challenge her, to intervene between her and the redheaded prize that had proven herself a snare?

For a moment, she is back inside that cave, her empire in ruins as surely as her ship lists, smashed asunder in the water.

Again, as she has few times in her life, she feels fear. Not again, she thinks.

In the next breath, though, she has steadied herself. He is back, like a phantom from the past, but this time is different.

This time, she is holding the rope.

...

Umihebi hesitates no longer. She trusts to her instincts, even as she did on the open water — gut, fists, and a dark hiding place had all served her well over the years.

Not thinking too hard, then, about what would follow, she jerked a thumb at her grounded seamen and barked her command:

“Get him inside.”

...

The men exchange furtive grins. Too much time has passed since they’ve seen action; she had dispatched their hunting party in part to relieve them of the necessity of lying low, give them a chance to bloody their hands a bit.

They bundle the prisoner down the path, none too gently.

As they cross the first courtyard, the Crab intervenes.

...

As is his way, he stands not against but aside them, hands raised in a cartoonish gesture of shock and dismay. “Too much!” he cries. “Viper, your men have sullied my gardens with this refuse, and now here, in the inmost tranquility of my home — diseasing the air as the evening draws now, and even now my kitchens prepare our evening repast—”

Umihebi plants a hand against his chest and shoves. She would have hit harder, but a bruise would cost her in this land that exacted blood for blood.

The Crab staggers back, purpling, this time in real shock.

“You– you— in my own home—”

“Shut up,” she snaps. “That man takes his coin from the crowns of two kingdoms.”

...

He cast a disbelieving glance at the slumped and bedraggled figure, barely upright in the hands of his captors.

Umihebi lowered her voice, locking her eyes on his. “He was there the day they grounded me — he fought alongside the princes of Tanbarun and Clarines.”

The man had sense enough to understand her, she saw it flitting through his eyes. Then he drew himself up and began to wave his hands again.

“Ah! ah! Ill chance—unlucky stars that frowned on me the day I brought you into my gates — a curse, a pox on all false friends— out, out, I say—”

“You fool,” she cuts across him. “Don’t you want to know if there are more coming?”

...

He falls back, suddenly white.

Umihebi knows from that moment that her time there has come to an end. No longer is it safer for the Crab to keep her close: it is him or her now. 

The question is who will strike first.

...

She brushes past him, thoughts fixed on more immediate matters. 

Umihebi knew one way to get what she wanted, and that way was simple: pain.

Men might be led astray by love or carnal lusts; empty bellies ached for gold. Fine things tempted fine eyes, true, and on the surface she had traded in such --- but the real power lay in pain.

Simple, unqualified: hurt a man, and he would give you what you wanted.

Beauty, riches, he might find elsewhere and decide he had no further need of you. Relief from pain, though, only you could provide.

Hurt a man, and he would give you anything.

...

She selected the tools of her craft carefully. It wouldn’t do to hurt too much too soon – it was a question of finding the right threshold and driving a man there again and again without pushing him past the point where pain ceased to matter.

This was a tricky case besides because the man in question was dangerous, a trained killer to whom pain was no stranger. She had fought him hand to hand and knew he posed a threat, additionally, that was not to be taken lightly.

She knew the dark-haired man was not a warrior to trifle with. He was quick, fast enough to match her; and he was strong, powerful enough to overmatch her men.

He was also loyal – had taken no spoil for himself when set to watch over their captivity, shown not a flicker of interest when the more pathetic of her crew had wheedled and whined, proffering bribes.

...

Umihebi had him stripped to the waist and bound to a post, secured in a room not unlike her ship’s cabin: a heavy desk and luxurious chair, with a space for interrogation cleared before it. 

It lacked only windows, even the round-eyed portholes that all a ship’s luxury could just afford to offer, for now the sea snake found herself burrowing ever deeper underground. 

On the desk waited an oak chest, the lid thrown back to reveal shining coils of leather. Umihebi took her time selecting one, raising the edge of now one, then another, against the backdrop of her prisoner at his post, as if trying out jewels for him.

At last she chose a short and brutal rawhide, its ends wickedly split and belled.

Hefting the whip, Umihebi turned on that solitary figure – and paused. She came closer, whip in hand, and he did not shiver.

...

Umihebi leaned forward, eyes narrowed in the flickering lantern light, and examined the skin of his back.

Scars crisscrossed the muscle, some light and glancing, delicate as the cracks in broken glass, but others ran deep.

She laid a finger against one where something barbed had bitten into the skin, feeling the warped and ropey texture where healing had failed and made a mockery of the tissue it sought to repair.

...

“So,” said Umihebi, surveying the patchwork, “this would mean nothing to you.”

...

She was the serpent of the seas, twistier than a weed and deadly to all who crossed her path — she had been trapped and outmaneuvered once by the might of two kingdoms — but she would not be outwitted by one man.

Everyone had their pressure points, soft places in their defenses. 

She would find the key to this man’s spirit — apparently indomitable, hovering somewhere between dead and alive — and she would break him.

“Tell me who sent you here.”

...

Obi shrugged, eyes roving around the cell. “Who knows… I seem to remember that fine gentleman with the eyepatch showing me in —”

“And you want one to match?” Umihebi was on him in a flash, seizing a handful of his hair and forcing his head back. “Don’t lie to me. Tell me why you came here.”

No perspiration, no quickening of the breath – Obi looked away as if bored. 

...

‘There’s nothing to tell,’ he shrugs.

Umihebi’s lip curled. ‘Knights never work alone.’ 

‘I’m not a knight,’ he answered unhesitating, with something like a smile. 

...

“Oh, no?” she asked softly, feeling how precarious her position was, with the Crab agitated and unknown enemies lurking she knew not where. 

Umihebi leaned forward, fixing her mad eyes on Obi. He smiled grimly back.

“Then where,” she asked, “is your master?”