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earthchica · 17 days ago

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On The Run

terry richmond x black, fem! reader

summary: Terry is hired by Mara, your queenpin stepmother, to track you down in exchange for intel on his cousin Mike's killer. But once he see you, he becomes captivated and torn between his task and his feelings. When he uncovers the real motives at play, the question remains: will he save you or abandon you to danger?

warnings: light smut 18+, lapdance, kissing, dirty talking, angst, violence, slight AAVE, queenpin, guns, mention of blood, on the run, nicknames [ baby, baby girl, sweetheart & more ] words: 4k

note: This had been in drafts for a while lol, I know I used the picture already, but he looks so good. I hope you enjoyed it; there may be some errors.

songs darling nikki by prince grip by normani just us by DJ Khaled, SZA

You've been running away from the web of the notorious queen pin Mara, aka your stepmother, for almost five months now. She killed your father and took over his family business, which rightfully belonged to you, and she still hasn't stopped looking for you.

To keep a low profile, you haven't stayed in one place for too long and have used different names, jobs, and identities. During your escape, you traveled to at least 20 other states and met some great people who knew your father; they provided you with tools to survive and taught you how to fight, use a gun, and protect yourself.

You are currently in New Orleans, where you've taken a job at a strip club and changed your appearance and name to Nicole, though everyone calls you Nikki. You're friendly and kind to everyone, but you never get too close to anyone—though tonight, that might change.

You adjusted your honey blonde lace front wig in the mirror and breathed deeply to steady your nerves for the upcoming performance. The locker room smelled of perfume and hairspray, a scent you had grown accustomed to over the past few weeks.

Your bold makeup was flawless—smoky eyes, long lashes, and deep red lips that matched your crimson lingerie. Standing up, you admired your hourglass figure in the full-length mirror.

The push-up bra lifted your ample breasts, while the thong connected to the bra emphasized your wide hips and short legs. You ran your hands down your sides, smoothing the delicate lace.

Despite the confidence your appearance gave you, you couldn't shake the constant undercurrent of fear. How long before Mara found me here? Would tonight be the night I had to run again? You ask yourself that all the time.

A sharp knock at the door startled you from your thoughts. You froze, your heart racing. "Who is it?" You called out, trying to keep the tremor from your voice.

"It's just me, love. Candy," A voice came from one of the other strippers. "Um…you're on in five,"

"Oh! Thank you," You replied, releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror, adjusted your wig, and headed to the main floor.

The club was dim, hazy with smoke, and pulsing with the rhythm of the music. You entered the crowd, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

As you approached the stage, you saw him—the mysterious man who had been coming here all week. He sat alone at a table near the front, his intense greyish-blue-green eyes fixed on the stage.

Your heart skipped a beat as you noticed he had gotta cornrow braids that made him undeniably fine; you had fallen for his strong features and full lips.

The opening chords of "Darling Nikki" by Prince filled the air, your cue to take the stage. You sauntered up the steps, your wide hips swaying in time with the music. As you wrapped your hands around the pole, you locked eyes with the mysterious man.

His gaze was magnetic, drawing you in. You began your routine, your body moving fluidly to the provocative lyrics. You spun around the pole as you twirled around the pole.

You felt his eyes following your every move. You arched your back, running your hands down my body, your fingers grazing the lace of your lingerie.

The music pulsed through you, guiding your movements as you danced for him. You slid down the pole, your legs spreading wide as you hit the floor.

His eyes widened slightly, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his lips. You crawled towards him, your hips swaying hypnotically. The rest of the club faded away; it was just you and him.

"What's your name, handsome?" You purred, your voice low and sultry. He leaned forward, his muscular arms resting on the edge of the stage.

The beautiful man paused momentarily, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "It's…TJ," he said, his voice rich and resonant, flowing with a warmth reminiscent of aged whiskey poured into a crystal glass.

It had a soothing, almost inviting quality. He glanced at you expectantly before continuing, "And yours?" His gaze was steady, a mixture of curiosity and intrigue illuminating his features.

You rolled onto your back, lifting your leg high in the air. "Nikki, sweetie. So…TJ," you said, running your hand along your thigh.

"I've seen you watching me all week. What brings you here night after night?"

TJ's eyes traveled the length of your body before meeting yours. "I think you know, Miss. Nikki. Just enjoying the show, and maybe something else."

"Wow, really? Interesting," You drawled, rolling your hips as you pushed yourself up to a standing position. "Most fellas are throwing out all kinds of lines, but you playin' it cool."

TJ's pretty eyes never left yours as he leaned back in his chair, a slight smirk on his lips. "I ain't most fellas, mama."

You strutted closer to the edge of the stage, your movements fluid and sensual. "I can see that. You got that look about you like you've seen some thang."

"Could say the same about you," TJ replied, his voice low and smooth. "Pretty girl like you, dancing' in a place like this. Bet you got stories to tell."

You chuckled, bending down to meet his gaze. "Oh honey, you ain't even ready for my stories." You said softly. "Try me," he challenged, raising an eyebrow.

You ran a finger along his jawline, feeling the rough stubble beneath your touch. "Maybe I will if you stick around after my set." TJ caught your wrist gently, his thumb brushing over your pulse point.

"You ain't gotta worry 'bout me leavin, darling Nikki'," TJ said, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly. "I've been waiting all week for this moment."

You leaned in closer, your lips barely grazing his ear. "Well, ain't you just the patient type? I like a man who knows how to wait for what he wants."

The music faded, signaling the end of your set. You pulled back, giving TJ a wink before sauntering off the stage. You could feel his eyes burning into your back as you went to the dressing room.

Once inside, you took a deep breath, your heart racing. Despite your better judgment, something about TJ drew you in. You quickly freshened up, changed into a short black dress, reapplied lipstick, and brushed your hair.

When you emerged, TJ was waiting by the bar, and you ordered a drink, and he offered you a toast. "Preciate you, boo," you said, taking a sip.

The alcohol burned pleasantly down your throat.

TJ leaned against the bar, his eyes roaming over you. "So, Miss Nikki, you gon' tell me what a fine thang like you is doing in a place like this? 'Cause I can tell you ain't like these other girls."

You took another sip of your drink, savoring the burn. "What makes you say that, TJ? Maybe I'm just tryna make a livin' like everybody else."

TJ chuckled, the sound profound and rich, making your heart flutter. "Nah…you got that look in your eye. Like you runnin' from something Or somebody."

You felt your heart skip a beat but kept your face neutral and cleared your throat. "You sure think you know a lot about me, considering we just met."

TJ leaned in closer; his cologne smelt so damn good that you had to bite your lip. "I'm good at reading people. It's what's kept me alive this long."

"Oh yeah, really, huh?" You challenged, arching an eyebrow with a light smile. "And what exactly have you been doing, that's got you worry 'bout stayin' alive?"

TJ grinned, revealing a perfect set of pearly whites. "Now that's a story for another time, baby girl. Tonight, I'm more interested in hearing about you."

You laughed, tossing your hair over your shoulder. "You sure know how to sweet talk a lady, right? But I ain't spilling my secrets to anybody, no matter how fine they look."

TJ's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Aight, aight, I see how it is. How 'bout private dance?" he asked with a smile, and you smirked, considering his offer.

"Alright, big spender. Follow me." You led TJ to one of the private rooms in the back, your hips swaying with each step. Once inside, you gently pushed him onto the plush velvet couch.

"Now baby, you just sit back and enjoy the show," You purred, dimming the lights. As the sultry beat of "Grip" by Normani filled the room, you began to move.

Your body was rippled to the rhythm, hands sliding down your curves. You turned your back to TJ, looking over your shoulder as you slowly unzipped your dress.

"Damn," TJ breathed, his eyes glued to your every movement. "You finer than frog hair split four ways."

You chuckled, letting the dress fall to the floor, revealing the beautiful black lineage that highlighted your curves. "You got a way with words, don't you?"

You straddled his lap, grinding your hips against him, and you could feel him hardening beneath you. "Mmm, somebody's excited," you teased, running your fingers through his cornrows.

TJ's hands gripped your waist as you rolled your hips slowly and sensually, feelin' his grip tightened on your waist. "Shit…you gon' be the death of me," he groaned, his voice husky with desire.

"Oh baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet," You purred, running your hands down his chest. You could feel his heart racin' beneath your fingertips.

You stood up, turning your back to him as you bent over, giving him a perfect view of your ass. You looked over your shoulder, catching his hungry gaze.

"You like what you see, handsome?"

"Shiiit," TJ breathed, adjusting himself in his pants. "You know I do, baby girl."

You straddled him again, this time facing away from him. You ground your hips in figure eights, feeling' his hardness pressed against you. TJ's hands roamed your body, caressing your thighs.

You continued to grind against TJ, your movements slow and deliberate. "You like that, baby?" You purred, looking over your shoulder at him.

"Mmm…yes," TJ groaned, his hands gripping your hips tighter. You chuckled as your body undulating to the rhythm. You ran your hands down your sides, over your breasts, down your stomach.

TJ's eyes followed every movement, his gaze hungry. "Damn, girl," he breathed. "You finer than frog hair split four ways," You smirked, stepping closer.

"You already said that, baby. You runnin' outta lines?" You teased, and TJ grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dim light. "Nah. I got plenty more. You just got me, girl."

You laughed, the sound low and sultry, pressing your ass against him as you started to twerk. Your cheeks clapped against his lap in time with the beat.

"Sweet Heaven," TJ muttered. "You shakin' that thang, shaking that ass for me" You looked over your shoulder, giving him a wink.

"You like that? Want some more?" you whispered in his ear, brushing your lips softly against his ears. "Yes," he breathed, eyes glued to your ass.

You stood up, turnin' to face him again, and bent over, puttin' your hands on his knees as you shook your chest in his face. Your breasts bounced against his chin, and TJ's breath hitched as he struggled to stop himself from what he was about to do next.

His phone buzzed, reminding him of his purpose for being here. You looked into his eyes, already locked on you, and you grew confused by the change in his expression.

The door swung open with a smash that echoed like thunder in the small room. My heart dropped, and you whipped around to see your half-brother, Myles, striding in with an intensity that could slice concrete.

Two bodyguards flanked him. "Good job, Terry," Myles said, his voice calm and composed despite the intensity in the room. You got off TJ—or Terry, whoever the hell he was—and put your dress back on.

"Hello, Y/N… it's so great to see you again, sister," Myles says bitterly. Your heart begins to race as fear crosses your face, and you look between Myles and Terry in disbelief.

You tried to escape, but Terry grabbed you by the arm. You looked up at him in fear and pleaded, "Please don't do this! They're going to kill me. You don't know-."

"Hand her over, Terry. You're working here; it's done," Myles said, moving in closer, but Terry was hesitant and still looked at your pleading eyes.

"What do you plan to do with her?" Terry asked, looking at Myles with his jaw clenched. Myles laughed as he glanced between the two guys behind him.

"Why does it matter to you?" he replied, puzzled. You were looking between Myles and Terry, your heartbeat racing and struggling from his grip, and Terry's eyes frowning.

"A deal is a deal. You want Y/N; I need that fucking information now." Terry said, raising his voice. Myles pulled something from his jacket and tossed it onto the ground.

"There, now give me her; I'm not about to ask again," Myles demanded, stepping closer while his bodyguards braced their guns. Terry appeared conflicted.

You couldn't wait for him to decide whether to help you. So, you bit his arm, punched him in the gut, and made a run for the other door to the dressing room.

You escaped, quickly grabbing your bag before you bolted toward that exit door, your heart racing still like a wild stallion, and chaos erupted behind you.

The sound of gunshots rang out, sharp and jarring, slicing through the air like a knife. People screamed, their voices blending into a cacophony of panic.

You could feel the chaos vibrations pulse through the floor under your feet—like an earthquake of fear. Finally, you skidded to a halt outside, breathless and wide-eyed.

You ran and ran until suddenly, a hand clamped over your mouth from behind, pulling you into the shadows of a dark alleyway. You fought against it instinctively, adrenaline surging through your veins.

"Relax, it's me, Terry!" Terry hissed urgently, his breath warm against your ear. His grip tightened momentarily before he loosened it slightly.

He said it like you should be happy.

You shoved him away and punched him in his jaw, and Terry grunted in pain. Terry asked, "Fuck, what did you do to make going through all this trouble over just you."

"You should know since you were hired to find me," You snapped, your voice shaking with anger and fear. "Don't play dumb now, not after all this."

Terry's eyes narrowed, searchin' your face like he was tryna solve a puzzle. "I swear. I was hired to find a girl who ran from her family. Knew nothin' 'bout any of this. This is some next-level shit."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Oh, so now you wanna act like you don't know? You think I'm gonna fall for that…I know my psycho stepmother hired you. Fucking bitch killed my daddy and took over his business. Now she wants me dead, too."

Terry's eyes widened slightly. "Damn, that's some heavy shit. I swear on everything, I ain't know none of that." you stared at Terry, your mind racin' as you tried to understand what he was sayin'.

"You didn't know, huh?" You asked, crossing your arms while looking him up and down, and Terry winced. "So what are you…shitty…bounty hunter from Craigslist?"

"You know what…" Terry grunted, his breath coming out in short gasps. "I'm not trying to get caught up in no family drama with psycho killers. This way above my pay grade."

You noticed the dark stain spreading on his shirt, realization hittin' you like a ton of bricks. You covered your mouth, "Shit, you have been shot!"

Terry looked down, seemin' surprised by the blood. "Dammit," Terry grunted in pain, his face contorting as he pressed his hand against his side.

He muttered something under his breath, stumbling slightly as he turned away from you. "Where you goin'?" You called out, your voice echoing in the dark alley.

"Away from you," Terry growled, his voice strained. "This whole situation's more trouble than it's worth." You reached out, grabbing his arm.

"Hold up, you can't just walk away. You need a doctor, Terry. You're bleedin' bad." You said softly, and he yanked his arm away, wincing at the movement.

"No doctors. They ask too many questions." Terry grunts; you can see the blood seeping through his fingers, staining his shirt a deep crimson.

"Then let me patch you up, " you said, moving before him. Terry's eyes narrowed as he studied your face. You could see the internal struggle playing out in his expression.

"Look… I get you don't trust me, and I don't trust you, but maybe we can try; both of us need each other right now," you assured him, raising your hands in a calming gesture.

Finally, Terry let out a long, heavy sigh and nodded, his jaw clenched tight. "Alright, then. Fine. Follow me." Both of you moved through the city's shadows, Terry leading you down a maze of back alleys and narrow streets.

The neon signs and distant sirens faded away as you both delved deeper into the forgotten corners of the urban sprawl. Finally, you stopped before a dilapidated brownstone, its windows boarded up and its facade crumbling.

Terry fumbled with a set of keys, his hands shaking slightly from the pain or blood loss - maybe both. He managed to get the door open and ushered you inside.

The interior was a stark contrast to the building's exterior. It was clean, if sparse, with mismatched furniture and a few bare necessities scattered about.

Terry collapsed onto a worn leather couch, his breathing labored. "The First aid kit's in the bathroom," he grunted, gesturing towards a door on the far side of the room.

"It's under the sink."

You hurried to retrieve it, your mind racing with questions you knew better. You rushed to the bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest.

The first aid kit was right where Terry said it'd be, and you grabbed it, hurrying back to the living room.

Terry had removed his shirt, revealing a muscular torso and a few tattoos. The gunshot wound was on his left side, still oozing blood.

"Alright, big guy," you said, kneeling beside him. "This is going to hurt, but I gotta clean it first," you added, and Terry nodded, his jaw clenched tight.

You poured some antiseptic on a cloth and started cleaning the wound. He hissed in pain, his muscles tensing under your touch. "So," You said, tryna distract him from the pain. "How'd a fine thing like you get mixed up in all this mess?"

Terry chuckled, then winced. "It's a long story, sweetheart."

"Well, we got time," You replied, focusing on the wound. "That bullet's still in there. I'm gonna have to dig it out." You said, grabbed a pair of tweezers.

You sterilized the tweezers with some alcohol, your hands shaking slightly. "This is gonna hurt like hell, Terry. Are you ready?"

Terry nodded, his jaw clenched tight. "Do what you gotta do, baby girl." Your heart flutters at the nicknames, and you take a deep breath and start probin' for the bullet.

Terry's body rigidified, and a low groan escaped his lips. You could feel the sweat beading on your forehead as you concentrated and tried to be gentle.

"Almost got it," You murmured, more to yourself than to Terry. "Just a little bit… there!" You pulled out the bullet, droppin' it into a small dish with a metallic clink. T

Terry let out a long, shaky breath. "Damn, girl," he panted. "You got steady hands. Do you do this often?"

You chuckled, applying pressure to the wound. "No…now hold still while I patch you up, " you said, working on cleaning and dressing the wound and stitching him up.

Terry watched you intently; his eyes were clouded with pain, but there was a mixture of something else there: lust and curiosity. You finished patching up Terry's wound, securing the bandage with medical tape.

"There," you said, sitting back on your heels. That should hold for now, but you really should see a doctor." You said, taking a breath, and Terry flexed his side gingerly, testing the bandage.

"Where'd you learn to patch up bullet wounds like that?" Terry asked, and you shrugged, avoiding his gaze as you packed up the first aid kit.

"Let's just say I've had practice," you said with a light smile, and he returned. "Thanks," Terry said softly, his hand touching your arm.

"I mean it. You didn't have to help me after everything." Terry said gently, and you nodded, finally meeting his eyes. "It's fine! If you don't mind, I need to change out of this dress, and I'll be on my way."

You stood up and paused when Terry's hand tightened on your arm. "Wait," he said, his voice low and urgent. "You can't go out there alone. It ain't safe."

You scoffed, pulling your arm free. "My life ain't been safe for a long time. I can handle myself." You turned to face Terry, your eyes searchin' his face for any sign of deception.

All you saw was genuine concern and maybe something else, a spark of interest that made your heart skip a beat. "Look," Terry said, his voice low and deep.

"I can't let you walk out that door knowing what's waiting for you out there. You need protection, and I can offer that," Terry explained. Of course, you hesitated.

"And what makes you think you can protect me any better than I can protect myself?" you questioned, and Terry stood up slowly and towered over you.

His broad shoulders blocked out the dim light from the single bulb overhead. "Because I know things, I can help make you disappear. And right now, that's what we both need."

You chewed on your bottom lip, considerin' his words. The smart thing would be to walk away, to disappear on your own like you'd been doin' for months.

But somethin' about Terry made you want to stay. "Okay." Just as you said that, you felt Terry's hand on your shoulder, gently leaning down towards you.

Before you could react, his lips were on yours. Terry's kiss was surprisingly gentle, his full lips soft against yours. You found yourself leaning into it.

Your hands reach up to caress his cornrows. The tension that had been building between you both finally broke like a dam bursting open.

Terry's strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his body. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin and smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with sweat and the metallic tang of blood.

His tongue traced the seam of your lips, asking for entrance, and you granted it with a soft moan. As the kiss deepened, Terry backed you up against the wall, his body pressing into yours. One of his hands tangled in your hair, tugging gently to tilt your head back. His lips left yours to trail hot kisses down your neck, and you gasped at the sensation.

"Mmm," Terry murmured against your dark brown skin, his voice low and sexy. "I've been wantin' to do that all week. Watching you up on that stage, movin' like you do… you had me mesmerized."

You let out a shaky breath, your fingers tracing the muscles of Terry's back. "I… I thought it was all an act," You admitted softly. "That you were just playin' a part to get close to me."

Terry pulled back slightly, his intense eyes searching yours. "No! That wasn't an act. I was hooked when I saw you up on that stage. Couldn't take my eyes off you."

His thumb caressed your cheek gently, and you leaned into his touch. "But… your job. You were hired to find me," You whispered, still struggling to reconcile everything.

"Yeah, I was," Terry nodded, his expression serious. "But I didn't know the whole story. And the more I watched you, the more I realized there was so much more to you than what they led on."

He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. "I saw the fire in your eyes when you danced. The way you carried yourself with such strength and grace. And I knew… I knew I had to know you."

Your heart raced at his words, a warmth spreading through your chest as you gazed up at Terry, your heart pounding. His words had stirred something deep inside you, awakening something.

You reached up, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingertips. "You don't know what you're gettin' yourself into," You whispered, your voice husky with desire.

"They won't stop coming for me. Am I worth all the trouble ahead?" You asked, and Terry's eyes darkened as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Baby girl, I think you're worth every bit of trouble and then some." His words sent a shiver down your spine. You tilted your head back, exposing your neck to him.

Terry took the invitation, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your throat. His hands roamed your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

"Terry," You gasped, arching into his touch, and he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. "Do you want me to stop?"

You bit your lip, deep in thought. Every instinct told you to run and protect yourself, but how Terry looked at you made you feel like the most precious thing he had ever seen. It was as if he was determined to protect and cherish you.

It made you melt. "No, don't stop, Terry, please don't stop!"

Haha cliffhanger, I'm so mean, lol part 2??

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bonecarversbestie · 5 months ago

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What side of TikTok I think the acotar characters would be on:

Feyre: painting/art, cat videos, furniture flipping/remodelling/diy

Rhys: he just watches the videos Feyre shows him before bed and cleantok

Nesta: booktok, witchtok (obviously) and those cucumber recipes, hot farrier videos

Cassian: “inspirational” content from gymbros and lifestyle coaches who wake up at 5 am to meditate and read self help books before hitting the gym and then eating boiled chicken and rice with steamed broccoli and go to bed at 8:30pm

Elain: cottage core, gardening, asmr candy scooping, baking

Lucien: he watches those videos of middle aged dudes who build cabins from scratch in the woods

Eris: he’s very into critiquing ppl doing TikTok dances, gay TikTok

Tamlin: personal attention role play asmr and Feyre edits.

Azriel: mostly watches drama/gossip videos and calls it “gathering intel”. Also random videos of raves and dj sets, thirst traps

Gwyn: also booktok, pimple popping, synchronised swimming

Emerie: also booktok, cooking, videos of booktok gym girlies doing the Nesta Challenge on the StairMaster

Mor: lesbian drama, horse videos, perfume tok

Amren: doesn’t know what TikTok is. Doesn’t have a phone.

#honestly I spend way too much time thinking about modern AU where all the characters have TikTok #feyre archeron #rhysand acotar #nesta archeron #cassian acotar #Elain archeron #Lucien vanserra #Eris vanserra #azriel shadowsinger #mor acotar #amren acotar

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theangrycomet-art · 10 days ago

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TFA Blaster Attempt

Random World Building Lore GO!

Blaster was forged just before end of the war as a part of the canceled "Boom Box" project. The idea was to have to trick the enemy to capture one soldier, only for said soldier to release an a crew of extra small mini-bots, codenamed "Cassettes" to infiltrate Decepticon bases and gather intel. The deployer's frame would then serve as their broadcast towers for however long the 'Con's decided to keep the corpse around.

To be completely clear- it was 100% the plan for deployer frames to serve as canon fodder and their mini's left to die once their position was no longer deemed useful.

Fortunately, the war ended before Blaster could even begin training, much less be granted any cassettes of his own. There were also whispers that the plans had been leaked to the Decepticons.

So instead of being sent to his death, Blaster serves as an underground investigative Reporter (and of course DJ) for his pirate radio station where he'll do just about anything to dig up the truth to a good, much to Autobot Council's chagrin. He may or may not be getting away with said radio station with the help of a certain member of the Elite Guard who enjoys his choice in playlists.

His day-job's a running a pet shop that never seems to sell any pets despite their excellent demeanors and conditions (he can't help it- it's in his coding to keep little guys)

COMMISSIONS AVAILABLE

KOFI

#Transformers #Transformers Animated #TFA #Blaster #TF Blaster #TFA Blaster #Steeljaw #Ramhorm #TFA Steeljaw #TFA Ramhorn #Mini-Cassettes #TFA Mini-Cassettes #TheAngryComet ART #BA isn't E1 AU #Maccadam #Maccadams #I know technically Steeljaw and Ramhorn are Rosanna's pets in TFA but I'm taking them back #Also- I don't know if Rosanna is actually really small like I portrayed her here but I'm leaning with it #8ft tall teensy tiny lady

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monstatron · 7 months ago

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SOULBLADE

LATE POST HIIII‼️ fun fact, mitsue was amongst the first characters i wrote for blade in the city. she’s one of the deadliest of the phantoms. don’t let her looks deceive you, she’s lethal!

lore under cut!

Mitsue is a well known singer in the city of Haderia. Much like her adopted father, Obasi, she too has taken a dedicated interest in composing and performing music under the name "DJ SOULBLADE". When she isn't performing at clubs around the city, she's hanging out with the Phantoms, hacking into systems and all kinds of tech to aid them in their work. Mitsue has been a hacker longer than she's been a singer, having started hacking when she was as young as eight years old. Suffice to say, she has an eye for technology and how to undo it. She's gathered intel on government officials and other rival gangs, making her a respected member of the Phantoms. She makes sure her work as a Phantom stays entirely seperate from her life as a musician. Besides, if anything leaks online, she knows how to make sure it's gone forever. Aside from her formidable hacking skills, she's also incredibly skilled in using handheld blades- some say that's where she got the name "SOULBLADE".

Mitsue was adopted by Obasi when she had just turned two years old, taken under his wing after he rescued her from a rival group. Previously, she was intended to have been sold off to another group, fortunately Obasi saved her and the other hostages before that could happen. Since then, she's been given a life of freedom and (for the most part...) stability. Sometimes it's difficult to believe that Mitsue is Obasi's daughter, considering how vastly different the two are. Obasi gave her more freedom than he ever had and encouraged her to pursue her passions. This led Mitsue to becoming very independent of Obasi and the Phantoims. In addition she doesn't rely on her father's or the Phantom's protection. Mitsue is more than capable on her own and has been for years. However, she does remain close to her father and uncle, Jericho.

#IDC HOW LATE IT IS LOOK AT MOTHER!!!!!#mitsue adebowale #blade in the city series #monstatrons art #monster art #monster #creature #creature art #original character #oc #sketch #anthro art #anthro #character design #character sketch

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dandylovesturtles · 1 year ago

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leo and mikey, treat

(fav duo tbh, pretty underrated)

More Sidelined AU! Are you sick of me yet? Hopefully not because this has consumed my brain.

Part 1

Part 2

We're jumping ahead a bit in time to hopefully give you guys a bit more idea of The Flavor of this AU. And also to give it a bit of a happier note. It's not all doom and gloom!

No content warnings to speak of on this one

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Mikey lands on the roof and powers on his earpiece, whispering, "Mikey in position. Can you hear me, Base? Come in Base."

"Helloooo New York City," comes Leo's voice, loud and clear. "You're tuning into L.A.I.R 179.12, with your host, DJ Neon Leon! Bringing you the hottest rock from the other side of the millennia."

Mikey snickers, then tries to pull himself back together. "Leo, come on! I'm here."

"Who?"

He sighs, even though he isn't mad at all. "I'm here, DJ Neon Leon."

"Ohohoho, excellent." He hears the click of typing, and then Leo says, "Can you get me visuals, Shelldon?"

"Right away, Neon Leon," Shelldon's voice crackles through the comms. There's a moment of silence, and Mikey can just imagine Leo rolling his chair around his "command center."

(He and Donnie had spent ages building it to look like the bridge of the S.S. Starbolt, with added mobility access, of course. Leo loves it as much as Donnie loves his lab.)

"Got your visuals, dudes," says Shelldon. There's some more typing from Leo's end, then he says, "Alright, Miguel, you should see two guards coming around the building riiiiight... now!"

Sure enough, two guards in plainclothes circle either side of the old apartment building across the street. Mikey watches as the two of them meet in front of the entrance, exchange a few words, then turn and head back the way they came.

"Right on time, Leo."

"Perfect, we're synced." Some more typing, and then, "The rooftop will be clear - let me know when you're over there and I'll get you inside."

"Roger that," he says. "Mikey out." Then he clicks his earpiece to silenced.

A hop, skip, and a jump later he's on the opposite roof. There's a door here, and he edges toward it before contacting Leo again.

"I'm here!"

"Alright... Disabling alarms... now!" Mikey can just see how dramatically he must have pushed the button. "Check the door to see if it's locked."

Mikey reaches out and jiggles the handle, but it doesn't budge. "Locked."

"Alright, no problem - you got your lockpicks?"

"Yep!"

"Remember what I taught you?"

"Yeah, I got it."

"Alright. Make me proud, little bro."

Mikey grins, pulling his lockpicking kit out of his gear. It takes him a few minutes, because he's nowhere near as fast at this as Leo is, but he gets it done without needing to ask for help. The training Leo made him go through is still fresh in his mind.

"Alright, I'm in," he says as he slips through the door. He's in a deserted stairwell, but just to be safe he crouches down into the shadows near the wall.

"So far, so good. You need to go down two flights of stairs. No guards are coming around right now, but keep it quiet just in case."

"Don't worry, I'll be silent as a mouse!"

"Knowing Dad that's not giving me as much confidence as you think."

Mikey giggles, then sucks in a breath and gets his game face on. Right. Silent. Ninja skills GO.

He does manage to make it to the right floor without major incident. There's no one in the hall when he enters, looking at the rows of numbered doors. He doesn't know why this is where the artifact is being kept hidden, but it doesn't matter.

"According to our intel, you should be looking for door four-oh-nine," says Leo. "The floor's clear, so get goin'."

"Got it," whispers Mikey, then hurries along in a silent crouch to the door Leo specified. He stops when he gets there, hissing in disappointment.

"What's up?"

"There's some kind of keypad lock."

"No problem. Just hook Donnie's doohickey in there."

Donnie would definitely hate it if he heard them calling it a "doohickey," and that makes Mikey grin. He pulls it out of his gear (it looks like a USB stick, but slightly thinner) and slips it into the maintenance slot on the keypad.

"Alriiight, hacking in progress," says Leo. "Big solo mish is going pretty smoothly so far, huh?"

"Yep," says Mikey proudly. "Told you guys I got this."

"That you did. Oh, and... alakazam!"

There's a click as he says it, then the red light on the keypad turns green. Mikey grins and opens the door, slipping inside the dusty apartment.

"You're getting pretty good at that hacking thing."

"Uh, you know I don't actually hack anything, right bud? I just get Shelly here to do it for me, or shoot it off to Dee if it's too complex."

"Don't sell yourself so short, dude!" says Shelldon. "You're picking it up real quick!"

"Ugh, don't say that. It makes me sound like nerd."

Mikey laughs again, searching the apartment for... well, he's not sure exactly. But he's pretty sure he'll know it when he sees it.

"What's the Foot Clan want this thing for, anyway?" he asks.

"Ours is not to question why, Miguel. I'm leaving that question for Donnie to answer."

"Mm... guess so..." He's about to say something else, but then he feels... something. Like a pulse, getting stronger as he moves toward a closet.

"...I think... I can feel it."

"Feel it?"

"Yeah... it's like..." He frowns, moving forward. "Like it's calling to me."

He opens the closet to find a safe. It also has an electronic lock, so once again he inserts the doohickey. The safe door opens with a click, and he peers inside.

There's only one item: a glittering green stone, with markings he doesn't understand carved in its surface. The pulse is super strong now, waves of energy washing over Mikey. Whatever this thing is, it's definitely powerful.

"I found it!" he says to Leo, a little louder than he should. He reaches in and wraps his fingers around it.

"Great! Hold on, just let me see if-"

Before he finishes his sentence, Mikey pulls the stone out - and immediately a loud alarm starts blaring, making him jump.

"What the heck is that!?" he yelps, jumping to his feet. He hears Leo curse on the other end of the line.

"Pressure alarm. Get out of there!"

The windows are barred - it's why he didn't come in that way in the first place. Mikey has no choice but to go back the way he came, dashing into the hallway. He turns on his heel and is making for the stairwell when his earpiece crackles again.

"No good, they're coming up the stairs."

"Then where am I supposed to go!?" he asks, frantic. All the windows are barred in the hallway, too, so that's no good.

"Okay, okay, hold on... oh, I got it! Opposite direction, about five doors down. Laundry chute."

Mikey sprints. Just as he hears the door of the stairwell open, he's tipping into the chute, pulling his limbs into his shell.

Getting chased by guards? No fun. Sliding down a laundry chute? Very fun.

"Whoooohoohooo!" he cheers when he reaches the bottom, landing in a pile of old rags and t-shirts. "That was awesome!"

"I remember having a distinctly less fun time the last time I had to do that," says Leo. "Anyway, stay there. I'm going to set off the roof access alarms and lure the guards up top, then you go up the stairs and slip out the front. Got it?"

"Got it!"

Leo's plan goes perfectly, and within a few minutes he's back outside. One later and he's back on the rooftops, running to safety.

"Yessss!" he yells once he's finally far enough away, jumping in the air and pumping his fist. "Mission successful baby!"

"I knew you could do it, little bro!" cheers Leo, his voice full of pride, and it makes Mikey beam.

"Couldn't have done it without you, Leo," he says back, truthfully.

It takes Leo a second to answer, which puts the smallest damper on Mikey's enthusiasm, but finally he comes back with, "Sure thing. You know I'm always here to help."

It's not perfect. But it's getting better. Leo is getting better, every day.

Mikey's celebratory mood cannot be quashed. He whoops again, eliciting laughs from Leo's end.

"Alright, now get your butt home before Raph freaks out. He's walked past my door twelve times."

"Thirteen," Shelldon corrects.

"Thirteen!" Leo echoes.

"You got it! Mikey out!"

He clicks the earpiece to silent, then runs and jumps to the next roof with an extra spring in his step. His solo mission was a complete success!

Of course, no missions were truly solo anymore. Not with his faithful older brother ever in his ear.

#dandy fanfiction #rottmnt #dandy trick or treat #rise mikey #rise leo #sidelined au #I told you it would get better <3

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kodakai727 · 7 months ago

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"Soundwave superior. Quintessons inferior."

Soundwave, Megatron's brutally effective enforcer! Preferring to let his Discons handle the spy work, Soundwave is Megatron's most trusted lieutenant, intel officer, and personal bodyguard. He's not exactly a violent sort, but if fighting needs to happen, he's an utter tank, between his powerful servos and his sound-based powers. Using the wheels on his forearms as a DJ turntable and the ones on his shins as speakers, he can unleash devastating sonic attacks, when he's not reading minds and modulating his voice to mimic others. He has a bit of a chill DJ vibe, able to remove his cannon from his back and use it as a microphone for his speakers. He has just enough evidence to start distrusting the Quintessons, though not enough to bring to Megatron. He holds no active hatred for the Autobots, seeing his bodyguard status as just a job. With the growl of Frank Welker and the modulation of Transformers: Animated, Soundwave's booming voice is enough to strike fear into even Optimus Prime.

"FRENZY, RAVAGE, RUMBLE, LASERBEAK, EJECT. OPERATION: INTELLIGENCE."

Seeing as this is Cybertron, the 'Cassetticons' have no need for disguise, and their altmodes are thus more similar to ease-of-carrying compression modes. All four can fit into Soundwave's chest at once, to boot!

Frenzy (RED) and Rumble (BLUE) are true twinsparks, born from a mutation in the AllSpark that caused one spark to divide into two. Closer twins than any battle-bonded bots, these two practically share one mind, and as such one goal; serve Soundwave, but primarily, serve the Decepticon cause. While they're more than happy to handle spy work, they'd much prefer causing active mayhem with the extendable pile drivers on their arms, and will take nearly any opportunity to do so without getting in trouble for insubordination. The two are also voiced by Frank Welker.

Ravage is a simple, soft-spoken sort. An expert in stealth, blending into the shadows and frequently deactivating her optics just to blend in that much more, she lives for the thrill of the hunt. Begrudgingly handling combat, she'd much prefer to sneak about, prowling for info and valuable resources in the Autobot base. Rumble and Frenzy like to joke that she may as well BECOME an Autobot, since she spends so much time in their base. Ravage has considered it, merely as an infiltration tactic, but decided she'd much prefer staying out of sight altogether. Ravage is played by Wendy Malick.

Laserbeak is even more simple than Ravage. Unable to speak outside of a parrot-like mimicking of people's spoken words, Laserbeak is nonetheless incredibly intelligent. Striking a nice balance between eyes-in-the-sky and lasers from above, so long as Laserbeak gets to serve Soundwave, and by extension Megatron, he's more than happy to do whatever it takes.

#kodakai727 #koda's art #transformers #maccadam #transformers: empire #soundwave #rumble #frenzy #ravage #laserbeak #firrib #decepticons

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thedjintel · 3 months ago

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I used to curate the Creepy Co. Playlist. I’ve never stopped with the Halloween one. I just updated it. Something for everybody.

#dj intel #halloween #happy halloween #playlist #spooky #horror films #fall vibes #october #music #dj #listen #Spotify

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playstationvii · 3 months ago

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enXantingMightyMAX: PocketPlaysetWorlds

*The Game tester begins '#enXantingMightyMAX: PocketPlaysetWorlds {'@MATTEL in the role of "#JustinBieber" a collaboration with @HotWheels'} (transcribe gameplay, cut scenes, walkthrough every aspect of the gameplay, all the ins and outs, move by move, scene by scene, frame by frame. The game begins with Max{JustinBieber} receiving the Magical Hat that once belonged to their missing father of whom they seek, Their very first pocket playset a 'MAC StudioFix' Compact, MeditationDome of mirrors)

The game begins with a cutscene of Max {JustinBieber} receiving the Magical Hat that once belonged to their father. Max is filled with a sense of hope and determination, as they believe that the hat may hold the key to finding their father. They then receive their first pocket playset, a MAC StudioFix Compact. The MeditationDome of mirrors is a special playset that allows Max to access different worlds and to explore their imagination. The game then transitions to a gameplay sequence, where Max begins their journey through the MeditationDome.

Max begins their journey through the MeditationDome, exploring the different worlds and encountering various challenges and obstacles. They must use their wits and skills to navigate through the different worlds and to complete the tasks that are set before them. The gameplay is immersive and engaging, and it provides a rich and dynamic experience. Max encounters a variety of characters and creatures, each with their own unique personalities and abilities. The game also includes a variety of puzzles and riddles that must be solved in order to advance.

Max is accompanied by their faithful owl pet, Virgil. Virgil is a wise and loyal companion who provides Max with guidance and support throughout their journey. Virgil is also a source of information and knowledge, providing Max with important intel and resources that they need to complete their tasks. Virgil is like Navi from the Zelda games, and they play a crucial role in the game. The gameplay continues as Max and Virgil explore the different worlds and encounter various challenges and obstacles.

The gameplay continues as Max and Virgil explore the different worlds. They encounter various challenges and obstacles, including puzzles and riddles that must be solved in order to advance. They also encounter a variety of enemies and villains, each with their own unique abilities and strengths. Max must use their wits and skills to outwit and outmaneuver these enemies and to complete the tasks that are set before them. The gameplay is challenging and exciting, and it provides a rich and dynamic experience. Max and Virgil work together to overcome the challenges and to reach their goal.

Max meets DJ Hotwheels and enters the Hotwheels Wheel, which leads them into a Grand Prix race. Max can choose from a selection of new Mattel Hotwheels cars, and when levels are won, the DJ option opens up. This allows Max to pair up with DJ Hotwheels and gain access to the music maker program. DJ Hotwheels presents Max with the BoomBox Playset, where Max will eventually meet Y2KDisTek. The two of them have a friendly rivalry that eventually leads to a collaboration between them. The gameplay continues as Max and Y2KDisTek work together to create music and to explore different worlds.

Max and Y2KDisTek work together to create music and to explore different worlds. They use their combined talents and skills to create unique and dynamic music that reflects their different styles and influences. The gameplay is exciting and engaging, as the two of them navigate through different worlds and encounter various challenges and obstacles. They also encounter a variety of characters and creatures, each with their own unique personalities and abilities. Max and Y2KDisTek must work together to overcome these challenges and to complete the tasks that are set before them. The gameplay continues as they progress through the different worlds.

Max and Y2KDisTek continue to work together, exploring different worlds and encountering various challenges and obstacles. They encounter a variety of characters and creatures, each with their own unique abilities and strengths. The gameplay is challenging and exciting, as Max and Y2KDisTek must use their skills and knowledge to overcome these obstacles and to complete the tasks that are set before them. The gameplay also includes a variety of puzzles and riddles that must be solved in order to advance. The two of them must also work together to avoid any conflicts or disagreements that may arise between them.

Once Max befriends Y2KDisTek, new modes become available in the BoomBox music maker modules. These include Beatbox applications and SFX, which allow Max to create their own music and to explore different sounds and styles. Winning the zones within the BoomBox grants Max with new playsets, including a laptop with Pentiumchip, Mattel Chanel Briefcase, and the new Ally Snapback, who is an aspect of Mickey Mouse in human form. Snapback allows Max to access the TopSelf within their home of TheMeditationDomeOfMirrors, their HQ. This grants them a place to set their newly secured Magical Hats (powers).

#MightyMax #playstation7 #deardearestbrands #ps7 #Mattel #JustinBieber #HallieeBiber #Pollypocket #enXantingMightyMaxx #MightyMaxPlaysets #JeffreeStarsBeautyShop Mattel MightyMaxx Playset #JeffreeStar cosmetics

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sabrinahawthorne · 10 months ago

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CLASH! Playtest Campaign Diary, April 14, 2024

Preamble 1: CLASH! is currently crowdfunding! If you're interested in supporting my work, check it out here.

Preamble 2: Truth be told, I'm bragging here. I don't usually do campaign diaries; but this session was special. I'd just finished a huge rework of the system, and I was terrified about whether it'd work as intended, or if I'd need to go back to the drawing board and further delay development. I needn't have worried; we played an episode of anime.

It's time for the first official round of the Battle of the Bands. After qualifying against DJ twins Oskaar and Byrna, classic rock & roll band Nail in the Coffin is up for their first real opponent; TOEJAM, noise music duo and technical masters.

Kenshin (The Analyst), the protege of the band's missing sponsor Ian Sachs, needs to win big to follow the clues about his missing teacher. Princess Moonbeam (The Specialist), frontwoman and mysterious European weirdo, has just been informed that her favorite glam-rock band, Xenon, will be performing in town in a few days. She needs to look good if she's going to impress her idols. And Kit Tripod (The Vessel), the band's drummer, knows that winning this contest means an official meeting with Beatrice Boxer - the woman she thinks killed her father.

The battle begins without much unusual; two Contests, one win and one loss for an even score of 1-1 against TOEJAM. It's at this point that Kit's player remembers to play with the new rules and activates a Tech: Shadow on the Wall.

Raising her drumsticks above her head, TOEJAM's guitarist momentarily thinks that he sees the image of a fiend - Tom Snare, the Demon of Drums, glimpsed through stage lights. The guitarist gains the Hopeless Condition, hampering his ability to gain Potential.

With this, the floodgates open. Kenshin opens his next turn with Look Out!, giving Moonbeam useful intel on the duo for her next turn.

Meanwhile, his own turn goes to a CLASH!, Insight versus Insight, against TOEJAM's masterful DJ. Everyone at the table stands up and cheers as his four dice come up with two 6's, while the DJ's five dice land with only one.

With one uneventful turn on the part of Kit, it's 2-2. Whoever wins the next Contest goes on to the next round of the Battle of the Bands, and it's Princess Moonbeam's turn.

The Bidding phase begins slowly; tension filling the room. Moonbeam has five Insight, but no other Pool to speak of. If she lets it slip, she's doomed against the Powerhouse DJ. But we know that TOEJAM has almost no Potential left; they don't have much bluffing power.

Moonbeam ups her bid. At the table, the GM looks at her player thoughtfully.

The DJ activates his Super.

We start to get excited; having spent all of his Potential, the DJ is left with four Force dice against Moonbeam's five Insight and 2 Potential, which she turns into 4 more dice.

We all hold our breath as the DJ makes his roll - one 6. There's a breath of relief at the table - we can do this. We just need a single 6 from a pool of nine dice.

Then, Moonbeam rolls.

No 6's. Not a single one from her entire pool.

It is dead silent at the table. We just lost our first fight. We just lost our first fight, and it got us disqualified us from the Battle of the Bands. Everyone is flabbergasted.

How could this happen? How did Nail in the Coffin lose in their second match? How will Kit get to Beatrice Boxer now? Will Princess Moonbeam embarrass herself in front of her favorite band? And where is Ian Sachs?

Find out next time, on Battle of the Bands!

It was honestly perfect. We knew the stakes of the fight;

Every character had a clear goal, and a lot of drive to achieve it;

And at the end of the day? We lost the tournament arc.

Because of course we did! The heroes can never win the tournament - they have to learn from their losses and find a new way to chase their dreams.

#indie ttrpg #ttrpg #jump! shonen battle roleplay #clash! shonen battle roleplay #campaign diary #gamedev #indie game #playtesting

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emptystove · 1 year ago

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The Long Con - Ch 1

One Piece Fanfic (Romance/Drama/Suspense)

Pairing: Nami x Law

Rating: EXPLICIT, 18+ ONLY

This chapter is SFW, but future chapters will most definitely not be.

Description: Nami is working as an officer in Arlong's gang. A job goes south, and she is forced to make up for it infiltrating a notorious crime family to gather intel for Arlong. When everyone has their own agenda, plans quickly take a turn. Nami x Law and one-sided Vinsmokes x Nami.

Posted to AO3, FanFiction, and Wattpad under HortyCord.

Chapter 1 - The Deal

Nami steadied herself and took a few deep breaths. She was standing outside the club with Kuroobi. She was nervous, and his annoyed glare wasn't helping.

"You brought this on yourself, cat." His tone was both annoyed and bored.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She stared up at him to return his glare. The Fishman towered over her and crossed his arms.

"It's your fault the last job went south. All you had to do was lose your tail before you stashed all our belli."

Nami grimaced. She prided herself on being the best thief around. She always took different, tangled routes to reveal and lose pursuers. She remembered that night. She swore no one was behind her. Whoever followed her back to the safe house, waited for her to leave, and cleaned out her stash was going to pay. She spent months planning that job, and the payout would've guaranteed her sister's freedom. She could pay off Nojiko's "debt" to Arlong with interest.

Arlong was mad when he found out about the loss, but not as mad as he could have been. He benefited either way. Either with the belli or knowing Nami was still stuck under his thumb. She tried to feel grateful that he agreed not to punish Nojiko as he tended to do when Nami upset him, but it wasn't like him to be merciful. And what she had agreed to do to make up for the losses all but terrified her.

Arlong called it kindness to let her do this instead of punishing her sister, but this kind of job was more dangerous than anything she had ever done. She preferred quick jobs and easy targets, but she was determined. Her recent setback meant she needed something big if she and Nojiko had any chance of freedom.. even if it meant fucking over the King of Dressrosa.

Kuroobi reached to grab her shoulder and push her inside. She batted his webbed hand away before he could touch her, and she huffed past him.

Club Pica was crowded for a weeknight. Nami couldn't help but think she could make a killing here snatching wallets and jewelry on any other occasion. The DJ switched on a bass heavy track as Kuroobi led Nami to a stone stairwell to the right of the bar. Two guards in suits waved them toward a room at the end of the hallway, and Nami didn't miss the guns holstered under their jackets.

The sight didn't phase her as much as it should have. Being around thugs wasn't new to her. She was alert, perceptive, and she had a plan. She would use every trick at her disposal to make sure it worked. She had to.

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Law lounged casually on a large leather chair, his nodachi leaning against his side. One hand idly grazed the hilt while the other rested softly on the oversized arm rest.

The room felt drastically different than the rest of Club Pica. The walls were wooden with large fabric inlays. Gold trimmed glass pendent lights hung from the ceiling, making it well lit but still feel moody. At the center of the room sat a large, decadent wooden table. Smaller wooden chairs were set around it, with what can only be described as a throne at the head of the table. There was enough space in the rectangular room for a few chairs and couches to line the perimeter.

Law's seat gave him a perfect view of the entrance. The king, Donquixote Doflamingo, and his "family" already present, he watched carefully as several fishmen entered the room. It wasn't clear why either party would be willing to enter into such an alliance. On the surface, they both had the chance to make a lot of money. But this gang's leader, Arlong, wasn't shy about his distaste for humans. It was a risk he was surprised either party would take.

Arlong took a seat at the opposite end of the table, staring down the room.

"Shall we begin then?" Doflamingo smiled wide at the fishmen as a man in a suit that Law recognized as Officer Vergo, a policeman working for the family, entered and stood next to the door.

"Almost." Arlong's lips curled upwards with a faint hint of a smirk. He looked to the door as his final subordinates entered.

To everyone's surprise, the Fishman that entered was accompanied by a human woman. Law's brow furrowed. She wasn't just some woman. She was stunning. Long amber hair bounced softly across her silky skin with each click of her heels. She wore a low cut, light blue top with black x patterns down the front. It hugged her small waist but ended before the start of her light gray mini-skirt. She brushed passed Vergo before pushing Kuroobi out of the way and took the seat to the left of Arlong.

The room was silent as Arlong let out a low chuckle. "Now we can begin."

Law watched the redhead idly scan the room. She didn't act like arm candy, and why would someone who hates humans keep her for that anyway? He could tell by the way she carried herself that she wasn't a slave or servant. Although she seemed to have no love for the fishmen, it was clear she knew them well. What was painfully unclear was why.

Law wasn't sure how long he'd been lost in thought before the woman caught his eyes with hers. Large brown orbs bore into him and he forced himself to hold her gaze. Before their staring contest could continue, a loud laugh stole their attention.

Arlong growled but their was a hint of mirth in his eyes. "Alright. Final offer. 10% and I'll loan you one of my people as a sign of good faith." Arlong gestured to the young woman beside him.

"One of your people?" Doflamingo smiled wide. "Interesting. Where is she hiding her gills?"

Arlong snorted, "I assure you, Nami here is 100% human."

"This is a waste of time." Vergo said calmly. "The king can have any woman he wants. Certainly better than fishmen scraps."

Nami laughed and threw him a viscous grin. "I'm no one's whore, and that includes everyone from the mightiest kings," she nodded to Doflamingo, "to the filthiest pigs." She gestured toward Vergo.

Vergo's jaw ticked.

"A little fire in you, kitten?" Doflamingo chuckled as he raised his brow. "Tell me, what use would I have for Arlong's pet?"

Nami smiled back and held her head high. "I'm a procurer of unattainable things."

"Despite her flaws, this little cat is the best thief in all the seas. But she's not necessary for most of my business, which is why I'm generously offering to share her time with you."

Doflamingo studied her cautiously while Vergo snorted. "A fishman's pet thief is still hardly an incentive."

Nami smirked as she stood from her chair and sauntered towards Doflamingo. "I'm no one's pet," she mused. She pulled something from her cleavage and tossed it on the table in front of him as she stated, "In Arlong's gang, I'm an officer." She glanced over her shoulder at Vergo, watching him lose his temper as he slowly realized the item on the table was a policeman's badge. His badge.

She followed it up by tossing his handcuffs next to it casually, giving the king a quick wink before gliding back to her seat.

Doflamingo let out a genuine laugh. "Oh kitten, you are something else aren't you." She batted her eyelashes and smiled back at him triumphantly. He paused to consider it, but let out another laugh as he looked at Arlong. "At the very least she'll be amusing."

"So... Do we have a deal?" Arlong rumbled.

Doflamingo looked at Nami when he answered. Law knew that look. Gears were turning, forming an unknown plan of his own.

"Deal."

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