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=The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare=

=Plus a Woman or Two=

=Chapter 3=

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Once the dust of the new arrival had settled, the men were outside tending to the ship as they hit a bout of harsh winds. Looking through your bag for the twentieth time you sighed as you came to the realization. Now in a pair of brown pants held up by a pair of suspenders set atop a light blue button up your bare feet slapped against the deck as you walked past all the men who gave you sideways looks coming to stop in front of your brother who was tending to some ropes. ”We have a problem,” you announced, pocketing your hands. ”What is it?” Gus asked, slightly concerned. ”I haven’t any boots,” you stated. He frowned, looking down to your bare feet that you wriggled. ”You didn’t bring any with you?” he asked. ”I did. Quit a nice pair, actually. Couldn’t swim in them, though. The flight suit was doing wonders to try and drown me,” you explained. ”So why not take the flight suit off?” he asked. ”Well, that would mean I would arrive on deck with nothing but my skivvies. While I’m sure the gents would have enjoyed that I dought you would have,” you explained. ”I much prefer the flight suit actually,” Lassen’s comment earned a glare from Gus, making him chuckle. A smirk pulled at your lips as you looked back at Lassen who simply smiled. ”I would prefer the skivvies,” Freddy pipped in. ”Shut it Freddy,” Gus ordered. ”Yes sir,” Freddy smiled.

”Any of you boys have a spare pair?” Gus asked. Shortly after, Lassen placed a pair of boots in front of you. You propped an eyebrow, looking up at the smiling Swed. ”While I greatly appreciate the offer,” you picked up the boot that almost dwarfed the size of your head. “I’m more likely to drown in this boot than I was the sea,” you finished. ”Well it’s the only spare pair we have,” Gus said, taking the other. ”There are the best boots on the market,” Lassen boasted. ”How so? Made of special squirrel leather?” you asked. ”Yes, how did you know?” Lassen quick response to your quip had you smiling. A smile he found dangerously contagious. ”I could make it work. But I’ve had to gut the poor buggers. I’d hate to ruin such a good pair of boots,” you said. ”Please, think of it as a gift. A welcome to the team,” Lassen stated with a shrug. In spite of his statement he looked reminiscent on the pair of boots. ”Ah of course. Welcome to the team. Now let me cut up a pair of boots you clearly have some attachment to,” you took the boot from your brother holding them out to Lassen. ”I grew up running barefoot through the shire. I’ll be fine until we acquire another pair,” you gave a thankful nod and a kind smile. ”I insist,” he shock his head pleasantly surprised at your kind gesture. ”So do I,” you said. With a huff, he smile tilting his head to the side. ”Then I suppose we are at a standstill,” he said. ”It seems we are,” you sighed. ”Only difference is, when I’m stood at a stand still I never back down,” you finished pulling the boots back to you starting to fiddle with the laces. ”Neither do I,” he said crossing his arms over his chest. The poor shirt he was wearing strained at the flex of his muscles. You hummed as you took in the apple assortments of such he had. ”What ever shall we do then?” you questioned. ”Please Ma’am. No lady should be walking around bare foot while a man stands booted beside her,” he explained. You chuckled at the address. ”Listen closely, boys. Ma’am is not something I like to be called. You can call me Pat. Patsy, Patience. Miss or lad. Anything but Ma’am,” you beckoned Lassen down. He frowned but obeyed, leaning down. ”Good las,” you smiled, slinging the boots you tied together by the laces around his neck. Giving his cheek a little pat you smirked before moving away. He paused a wide smile spreading across his face as he straightened up to watch you walk away. ”Also,” you stated, pulling your sniper out of its case. Sliding a magazine into it, you cocked the gun. “We have a large ship off the starboard side,” you said, resting your gun on the roof of the control room. The boys instantly moved to examine it, squinting through the sun. You leaned down, looking through the scope. Seeing the nazi symbol you tisked. ”And they don’t look friendly,” you stated. ”What are we looking at, Patsy?” Gus asked. ”A problem,” you admitted honestly. You took in the large turret gun. “A rather like one at that,” you continued. ”Possibility of being blown to bits at the first sign of aggression?” Gus asked. ”100% Gusly,” you said, looking up from the scope. ”Right well. Hasey how’s your Swedish?” Gus asked. ”Non existing sir,” Hasey admitted. “Accent?” you asked. ”Only the one I was born widh,” he said. ”Right Hasey hidden below deck. Well stay up here, Pat you hide that gun of yours until the times right,” Gus said. ”You know I’m a terrible shot close distance brother,” you said. ”How does that work?” Hasey asked. ”Well the closer someone gets to me, the better the chance of my bullet misses,” you explained. ”You could hide down below,” Gus suggested. You chuckled amused by the suggestion. ”And miss a chance to gut a Nazi?” you laughed, shaking your head. ”Right then. Freddy,” Gus finalized, turning to Freddy with a grin. ”You're going for a swim,”

You watched the small little boat filled with Nazi solider’s trudge up to the boat. ”Stay safe Pat,” he whispered. ”Never,” you grinned. It was always your saying. Every time before you were about to go into something dangerous, he would say it. And you would respond the same way. The small boat pulled up to the side and in it stood a small little angry german. Lassen waited by the opening with his hands on his hips. There was a stale air as you waited. ”Where do you sail from?” from his little wings on his shoulders you assumed he was a Major asked in German. “Er, Sweden,” Lassen’s demeanor seemed to do a complete turn as he played the part of innocent little fisher. ”Do you speak the English?” the Major asked. ”I’m... I’m... Swedish but I speak a little English,” Lassen said. ”We’re coming on board,” The Major stated. They quickly filed onto the vessel the Major ordering the boat to be searched. ”All are welcome. All are welcome,” Lassen now stood next to the steering wheel beckoned them all on as they passed by. You stood by the entrance of the below deck smiled, giving small greetings. ”Even the little one. He can come too. Welcome,” while you could understand why Lassen was so nonchalant about it, you couldn’t muster any more than a smile as the Major stepped up to you, looking you up and down, his eyes shamelessly resting on your chest for a moment longer. But being a woman, his question wasen’t for you. He turned to the boys. ”Why are you here?” The Major asked accusingly. ”Just a little sailing holiday,” Gus said with a rather good Swedish accent. The major hummed, his gaze turning back to you. Where his eyes once again fell to your chest. Seeing the gaze and the discomfort it brought you, Lassen stepped up, placing a hand on the Majors shoulder, drawing his gaze from you. ”A jolly holiday trip,” he said. ”Take your hands off,” the major demanded, his already sour gaze turning more so. While there was little suspicion about it, he didn’t trust them in the slightest. Or perhaps he didn’t like them. ”Papers? Passport?” He asked. Gus pointed to the control room where Lassen reached in and retrieved said forged papers. Your eyes flicked to the man behind you as they searched every part of the boat. Lassen handed them over, “Here you go,” knowing they were well-forged passports. The major wasn’t able to find any fault in them.

”Any other people on the boat?” he asked. ”Just the three of us,” Gus stated with an innocent shake of his head. ”Anybody else down there?” The major called down below deck. ”Nein,” one responced. ”Even so. A lone woman on a ship with two men. Of which she shares no last name to,” The major returned to full height flipping open your passport. Your heart sunk, but you kept your face calm. ”Ah. You see, In Sweden we are a very progressive country. Equality between man and woman is very important to us,” Lassen called. The major hummed again, a sick smile twisting his face. It wasn’t a good enough reason. You could see it. ”Ack, don’t be like that,” you chuckled bashfully. “You will excuse my fiance, he is a little shy. I told him I had never been out to sea before. He surprised me with this little holiday to celebrate our engagement,” you played the blushing bride as you smiled innocently batting your eyelashes. Leaning closer, you whispered. “You know how men are, they would rather roll over dead than admit they have a soft side for their women,” you chuckled. The Major studied you looking for any lies. You could see the clogs ticking in his mind. One more push. You moved your mother’s old wedding band you wore on your middle finger to your enjoyment finger before holding it up wiggling the gold band, it catching the sun and the Major’s eyes. He was convinced. Although he wasn’t happy about what he was convinced of. ”It is a shame you are engaged. If not, we could have taken you aboard for a proper celebration,” The major was a man at sea, had been at sea for a long time. To see a woman in any state would arouse the desires he had not been able to tend to. You could feel the eyes on you, the sicking hunger they all shared for fresh meat. “Perhaps we still will,” he reached up, dragging his fingers down your cheek. You forced a laugh at the disgusting feeling that washed over you as you dropped your cheek, subtly moving away from him. ”Come, come, we have lots to eat...” Lassen stepped up behind him, firmly directing him to the table of food and wine you had set out in hopes to appease them. ”Take your dirty hands off me!” The major snapped. All at once it was like someone had tripped a wire. The soldiers scattered around the deck all trained their gun on you all. Most on Lassen who was harshly shoved back at gun point till he was forced to sit on the ledge by the steering wheel. You yourself was pushed up against the mast. ”And you, put your hands in the air!” The major snapped towards Gus who did what he was ordered. You all held your breath as Gus and Lassen shared a look. There were a few moments of silence before a huffy laughed crept up from Gus. ”Oooh! Ho-Ho!” Lassen quickly caught on laughing as well as he pointed to Gus. “You’re in trouble now! You’ve been a naughty boy!” he teasingly called out as they both broke into drunken laughter. The major glanced down to the almost empty wine bottle. ”I’ll give you 100 francs to shoot him,” Lassen offered. ”Don’t shoot me!” Gus mockingly waved his raised arms. The major looked between them, bewildered. ”He hates Germans. You should really shoot him,” Lassen said. If only the major knew. ”I... I’m sorry. You are very scary,” Gus tried to get his laughter under control as the major debated his life’s decisions.

”Make him walk the plank. He loves wood,” Lassen added. The major then looked to you, who gave a sheepish shrug of your shoulder. Moving past you, he approached Lassen. ”Dirty drunken animal!” he slapped the passports back to his chest. ”Guilty as charged,” Lassen sung with a smirk that had their laughter striking up again. ”Lets get rid of them,” your blood ran cold at the german which you perfectly understood. “Take the woman,” he ordered, his dirty gaze claiming you as his prize. Your hand slipped behind your back, catching your brother’s gaze. He knew you could speak german. And he knew you heard the words whispered. You placed your thumb in the middle of your palm and closed your finger around it. It was a simple enough sign. It meant danger. Not that you needed to pass on the information. ”I carry a can of kerosene for just these sorts of occasions,” he nodded to one of the solider’s who received the spoken of can. “It’s been a while, but the last time someone laughed at me when I boarded their vessel, I gave them the choice. Either swim to shore or take their chances on a burning ship,” the major looked between you all. To all your faces as the smiles left from them. Lassen glanced over his shoulder to the solider pouring kerosene onto the deck. “Hans and I wondered which option they’d choose, death by water or death by fire. Oddly, they chose both,” he smirked. ”They made it until the very last moment, until their hair was on fire,” he commented reaching out to tug a strand of your hair. “And their blistered skin,” his hands trailed down, slipping between your buttons popping the top three and flicking the material open to show the top of your cleavage. “Peeled from their fingers, before they immersed themselves in water in the vain hope of reaching shore,” he hummed in satisfaction taking a moment to admire your bosom before nodding to two of his men who flanked you. The man pouring the kersone did so right over Lassen’s boots.

”One of them sank immediately and perished. But to our amazement, the big one, he showed great spirit. In spite of all the odds...he painstakingly made it to shore,” he moved away from you, focusing on the boys, the kersone spilling over the food you were defiantly going to eat. You looked over the poor destroyed treats running your tongue over your teeth. You could feel your patience getting thin. The boys were getting riled up as well. The cruelness of the Majors story was sickening. ”We followed and cheered him on,” The major feigned encouraged excitement. “And rewarded this impressive achievement with a bullet, to the back, of his head,” Lassen eyes narrowed at the man in front of him. A cruel man. “Isn’t that funny? Why aren’t you laughing?” the major asked. The tension was so thick at that point just about anything could cut it. What did though was a bang, then the sound of bullets firing from below deck. The soldiers erupted in confusion and at the very second Lassen snapped up his arm, lashing out. The knife he gripped with white knuckles slashed clean across the major’s throat. The blood sputtered from the clutched wound, the crimson red running through the pretty white sailor’s uniform. He then turned to the one on his left and did the same. Gus unveiled the gun he had hidden under the table, taking out the soldier who stood on the far front of the ship than the one at the other. You stamped your foot down on the edge of your gun, hidden by a simple rucksack, and the barrel snapped up into your hold. Hoisting it up, you tucked your finger on the trigger, tilting the gun first to the left, hovering it right under the solders chin before blowing his brains into a beautiful burst of red. You then tilted it to the right and did the same. Hasey emerged from below, quickly taking out another two while Gus took out one that ran from around the side. Hasey walked past you as you hoisted your gun up into a proper position, taking out the one that followed him as he took out the remaining soldier on the boarding boat. You all then turned to Lassen as he expertly dispatched the last three with nothing but his knife. He walked past you shoving a solider, all the while stabbing his neck until he went limp. He then shoved him to the side before literally gutting the last one before shoving him over the side of the ship. The solider he had killed moments before hung over over the railing. Reaching down Lassen grabbed the scuff of his pants, lifting it and chucking him over board. All of which Gus watched with a bemused smile and you with an impressed prop of your eyebrow. ”Nice work, Lassen,” Gus cheerily said setting his gun down. With all the danger now disposed of, you let your gun lower.

“Work, looked more like art to me,” you said, Lassen giving you a breathy nod of acknowledgement. ”There’s more where they came from,” he said, gesturing to the war ship behind him. ”Yes,” Gus squinted off. You moved forward, getting yourself ready, resting your gun on the railing as you kneeled. Lassen groaned as he heaved up the dead major with one hand, the other pupating the major’s hand to wave limply. Gus opened his spy glass, looking through it. ”Not sure it’s working, Lassen. The captain looks rather agitated,” Gus stated as Freedy emerged from the sea hoisting himself up onto the boarding boat. ”They’re bringing their guns to bear,” Gus barely finished the sentence when a missile was shot. The boys all looked behind them as the missile exploded into the sea a fair distance from the boat. ”They’ll find their range soon sir,” Hasey warned. ”Freddy, should we be worried?” Gus asked. ”Oh, I don’t think so, sir. It’s a rather large explosive, so I set a rather large fuse. I located the outside of the powder room, so when it goes bang, it really should go bang,” Freddy explanation was finished by another missile firing. ”Closer...” Hesey stated, the worry clear in his voice. ”Taking out the captain won’t stop the missiles,” you stated. ”Bet you a tenner for a cock shot on the captain,” Gus suggested. A split second later you had changed target and pulled the trigger. The shot rang out and you pulled back. Gus chuckled maniacally as the captain doubled over, clutching what remained as blood spattered onto the wall behind him. ”Should be any second now, chaps,” Freddy stated. You had to admit you were getting nervous. They seemed to have their range now. The boys felt it, two nervously shifting from foot to foot. ”Freddy?!” Gus questioned. A moment later the explosive went off, then the powder went off, resulting in a spectacular explosion. You whistled as the wind from the explosion wafted over you all. ”Good work, Frederick,” Gus congratulated him. ”Thank you, Captain. Now, any chance you can tell us what we’re doing here, sir?” he asked. You propped your gun against your shoulder looking at your brother, wondering the exact same thing. ”Dry yourself off, frogman, and I’ll tell you,“ Gus said, collapsing the spyglass. ”The curiosity is eating us all up, sir,” Hasey said.

”So fiance?” Lassen asked as you all waited for Freddy. ”What you didn’t know?” you asked with a half serious expression. ”Lassen you bastard. Didn’t even ask for my blessing,” Gus commented. ”I would have if I had known. I mean, it’s all so sudden. I’ve only met you this morning,” Lassen said gesturing to you. ”Your right. It was a rather long courting period,” you nodded, a smile breaking your face as you couldn’t keep up the act. Hesey watched in amusement at the interaction. ”Do I have any say in the matter?” Lassen asked, raising his eyebrows. ”Course not darling dear,” you grinned. Lassen grinned back, taking note of the funny feeling that stirred within him. The way you called him darling. He liked it very much. Once Freddy had changed, you all gathered around the table all looking to Gus expectantly. Freddy was seated at the table. Hasey leaned against the stairs and Lassen found himself a seat on one of the beds. You sat opposite your brother fiddling with some of the charting instruments. ”I apologize for all the secrecy, chaps. But this is an unsanctioned, unofficial, and unauthorized mission. If we’re picked up by the Brits, we will all go to jail. If we’re picked up by the Germans, torture and death,” Gus explained. Lassens lips twitched up in a a half smirk at the audacity Gus had. You leaned back in your chair. You knew it was going to be a danger. Your brother only ever called on you when he absolutely needed it. ”So, it’s just the four of us, and her then?” You frowned at the slight quip Freddy unknowingly gave. After all he held no malice in his words. ”Five of us, And Captain Appleyard,” Gus said. You perked up at the name of your old friend. ”Granny’s gonna be there?” you asked. The nick name granny came around in a sort of roundabout way. Appleyard = apples = apple pie = granny smith’s apple pies = granny. ”He’s responsible for securing this information. He is, however, in a spot of bother. He is being held by the Germans on La Palma,” you frowned at the news as Gus pointed out the small speck on the map. ”Our first job is to liberate,” Gus stated simply. ”Oh, so, that’s all, is it?” Hasey asked sarcastically. ”No. We need to confirm Appleyard’s intelligence. That’s why there are two more agents on their way to Fernando Po by train, as we speak,” Gus explained. You picked up a measuring instrument, plotting it along the map to ruffly calculate the time it would take to get there. ”Doing what, exactly?” Lassen asked. ”They’ll be ensuring that those ships are filled with supplies, so they’re worth blowing up in the first place,” Gus said. ”I mean any german ship it worth blowing up,” you muttered. ”True but these ships insure and supply the uboats that have been giving us a hard time,” Gus explained. ”No u boats means Americans on British soil and the British feed,” you whispered realizing the importance of such a mission. Gus nodded. The seriousness of it all sunk in to the group. ”So no pressure, then?” you stated with a bright smile.

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watermelonsugacry · 2 years ago

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2023 Blurbs

Leather Pants

Harry has a wardrobe malfunction on stage and YN is there to rescue him.

Happy Wife, Happy Life

Instagram blurb about how YN and Harry's marriage was announced.

GRAMMYS 2023

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Highlights from the first award show that YN and Harry attended as a married couple.

Heaven

YN's reaction to Niall's latest single.

Silly Little Videos

Some TikToks YN has done (some ft. Harry)

Best Artist

A peek into YN's current show on tour where she feels gratitude.

Everybodys Always Known

YN’s "leave America" line.

Away

Two pictures Harry and YN send each other while they're away, both wearing some nostalgic pieces of clothing.

A Decade Later

YN and Harry’s journey from attending The Brits Awards from when they were in the band in 2013 to attending as a married couple in 2023. (9.6k)

Harry's Home

The Instagram reel that YN posts on the 1 yr anniversary of Harry’s House.

Potty Mouth

A compilation of YN cursing/being herself on stage.

Put It On

3 times YN has told Harry to put on sun screen before his show.

Auntie YN

Louis and Freddie surprise YN at one of her shows.

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astramachina · 6 days ago

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rated E for explicit sexual content / full tags on AO3.

William might need three six packs to loosen his tongue, but all Henry needs is for his brain to muster a thought. "Bonnie should have been the singer of the duo. You could record your own tracks, top the charts. Can you imagine a Christmas album with Aerosmith?" "No." "You kind of look like Mick Jagger already, if he were the kind of musician to wear suits all the time. Only," Henry grabs William's face with one hand, squeezing his cheeks until he resembles a fish, "your lips are much thinner than his." He glides a thumb along the bottom lip, eyes absently tracking the movement. William sighs but offers Henry a gracious smile. "You're confusing Mick Jagger and Steven Tyler. The latter is American." "You would know that." "Everyone who listens to the radio knows that, Henry." William leans forward and presses a kiss to Henry's temple, making him laugh. "I'm about as musically inclined as my father was to raising me. Which is to say, not one fucking bit."

Fic in which Henry and William have a day off and reminisce about a Halloween party that happened a decade prior. (The same party where Henry might have probably developed a crush on his friend because William looked really really good in those leather pants.)

read all 3.5k words on AO3!

#texts.#willry #it's not a mitch fic unless there's copious amounts of 80s rock references. coughs in Old.#mitch writes #i think that's my tag?#honestly this is mostly just smut with barely any plot at all.#just a step divorced from straight up fluff. no one's dead etc etc

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elinorasims · 8 days ago

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Sim | 'Fred Bulsara' (Freddie Mercury)

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happy holidays you gorgeous things - Fred apparently adored the christmas season and honestly we all just love fred so. aw. i hope i did him some justice. sending love and warmth and joy and all that to you guys and have a fantastic new year, too.

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i-am-just-a-skeleton · 3 months ago

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which of freddies iconic outifts would you most like to own

uhhhhh *trying to remember which ones are the really iconic ones and which are random things that i've just fixated on really hard*

- live aid outfit is very cool

- the uh. this

yea. also the black leotard with the sparkles on the shoulder which i apparently don't have a picture of saved

- the leather pants + suspenders with no shirt. i'm literally insane about this like hello???

#i Have gone and interpreted this as ''which ones are something you'd like to wear''#thanks robin very fun 👍#freddie mercury

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alltoounwellll · 9 months ago

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ok so then how do you picture sirius?

mainly my personal image of him draws a lot from 60s, 70s & 80s rockstars like Freddie Mercury, Marc Bolan, Robert Plant, Joan Jett, Pat Benatar. Lots of eyeliner and really tight pants and animal print and leather.

But also most of the time it really depends on the fic. We are so lucky to have such amazing writers in this fandom that describe our favourite characters so beautifully and I like to let my mind go the way of the fic ya know????

Also I eat up EVERY piece of Sirius fanart, I just love love love how fluid our interpretations of him can be!!!!

#sirius black #sirius my lover my babygirl #marauders #marauders era #wolfstar #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #harry potter #freddie mercury #robert plant #marc bolan #joan jett #pat benatar #rock and roll #ask alltoounwellll

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darkwitch1999 · 10 months ago

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🦋😱Akuma Idea: Horror Themed Akuma😱🦋

Okay, here's another akumatized villain concept that I have been thinking over for a while. Now hear me out. I know that the Miraculous Ladybug franchise has already featured a few horror-themed akumatized villains......

Or three? Huh....I thought there'd be more. Anyway, that's not important. For this akumatized villain, I thought that this villain would have powers, weapons, and design elements based on characters from horror movies.

For the character design, I was thinking that the villain would have pale skin and long black hair that gets in her face like the girl from "The Ring". They will also have stitches along the corners of their mouth and wear black mascara around their eyes.

As for her outfit, she would wear a straight jacket, which I'm either thinking could have a mess of different dark colors on it or have scarlet blood splatters all over it. Or it could just be a plain yet worn-out straightjacket. Honestly, I had the villain "Terminal" from Batman Beyond in mind when I decided to give them a straight jacket as part of their costume. I am also planning on giving the black pants with holes in them and black combat boots as part of their design.

As for the villain's eye color, I'm still deciding on whether I want to give them all red eyes or do multiple colors. I do plan on giving them three eyes, with the third eye being located on the base of their forehead. Kind of like Garnet or Hiei, but this third eye is more than just for show. It actually ties into one of her powers that I will get into more detail about later.

Powers:

So the thing about this villain, is that some of their powers are connected to certain horror artifacts and/or characters. Though not every power can be used at once and a few of the powers are activated when the villain is using specific items. For example:

Jason Hockey Mask:

This akuma will have something akin to Captain America's shield, except smaller and shaped like Jason's Hockey Mask. The shield/mask is indestructible and can repel and deflect the attacks from the Miraculous superheroes with ease. It also has an additional use for allowing the akuma to breathe underwater when they are wearing the mask on their face (ironic, huh?).

Freddy Kruger Gloves:

On their own, they are just ordinary leather gloves. However once this akuma puts the gloves on their hands, they can grow metal claws like Freddy Kruger that can also retract at will like Wolverine's metal claws.

A Ring:

Okay, I know there wasn't a literal jewelry ring in the movie "The Ring", but I thought this would be a cool concept nonetheless. Basically, when the akuma is wearing this ring, they will able to possess and pass through any electronics that have a screen of their choosing (TVs, computers, iPads, phones, etc.).

Wrist Corsage

Every rose has its thorns and this beautiful bracelet is no exception. Like Carrie from the movie of the same name, wearing this corsage gives the akuma the power of telekinesis, which allows them to move objects or people or set stuff on fire with their mind.

Now for her final power (yes, I know I have already given her a lot. Shadow Moth was feeling very generous this time when he made this akuma. Like I said though, she can't use all of these powers at once, well except for this power.). This last power involves the akuma's eyes, especially the third eye. Her strongest and most horrifying power that this akuma possesses is the power to make anyone who looks into her eyes hallucinate their worst fears/nightmares, causing them both severe psychological and emotional trauma that incapacitate them by paralyzing them with fear, giving them panic attacks, or causing them to have a mental breakdown as their intense screams and feelings of terror fuel the akuma's power. The third eye acts as an amplifier for the fear-induced hallucinations, meaning that the more people that the akuma terrorizes, the stronger the hallucinations and the akuma become. Now I bet you can imagine all the different types of fear-induced hallucinations each one of the Miraculous heroes could face when fighting against this akumatized villain, who's civilian identity is none other than:

Noelle Odeja!

The details regarding how she got akumatized are still in the works with the story, but let's just say that someone messed with the wrong girl! Time for her to show the world how much of a "horror freak" she truly is. I'm thinking about making the akumatized object her backpack or something, will also carry her power items in it when they are not in use (though that idea is subject to be scrapped if I think of any better ideas).

As far as the name of this akuma, I still haven't decided on one yet. I was thinking of something like "Frightmare", "Freak Show", or maybe even "Horror Show". IDK. I'm not that great with naming villains or heroes. If anyone has any suggestions, I'm open to them.

Anyway, let me know what y'all think about this akumatized villain. Feel free to voice your opinions, thoughts, theories, or any suggestions you might have on how this villain could be improved upon (I might have made her too OP. Let me know if I need to tone the powers down a bit).

@nerd-chocolate @andromeda612 @princessbutterflysposts @artzychic27 @arny20252 @imsparky2002 @msweebyness

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robowilofficial · 1 year ago

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So it turns out that the blue channel in Dislyte's PBR maps is actually for controlling the emission intensity, and that the roughness map (green channel) isn't actually used (as the devs set it so it's always at full roughness).

So, by making a custom metallic map (which involves literally selecting all of the metallic parts of the character's model and separating them to make said texture), Freddy now looks pretty much like he does in the CG trailers for Dislyte. Well, as close as you can possibly get to that in Blender. The trailer's model is much higher-poly. (credit to @pinkniz for the CG trailer model's screencap!)

While talking about materials, here's another random fact: despite the character master material always being set at full roughness in-game, you might notice that you can see specular highlights, most noticeably with the leather pants Dark Wolf Freddy's wearing here. (credit to @me-and-freddy-xiii for this Dark Wolf Freddy screencap!)

You might be wondering: how can you get specular highlights without the material being smooth? The answer is rather straightforward: matcaps!

Matcaps are essentially these textures that contain a reflection capture of sorts, which is then applied to the material.

In other words, matcaps are a way to give a model specular highlights without needing to utilize roughness maps.

So yea, just some discoveries I've made regarding how Dislyte handles its PBR material maps over the past week or so.

#dislyte #freddy #freddy dislyte #fenrir #dark wolf freddy #will's early morning thoughts

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the-prettiest-w0lf-star · 2 months ago

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Day Seven of @noots-fic-fests Fic-O-Ween

Rated: T

Thank you @lumosinlove for creating these wonderful characters 🖤

Remus had waited all evening for Sirius to give him the sign to go home. An entire evening of Sirius strutting around in his tight white leather pants and matching vest - mind you, he's Freddie Mercury. And way hotter than the original one, Remus thought.

He hated dressing up, so he had nicked a referee tricot and a whistle from the rink and donned a cap and that was that.

Ever since he had laid eyes on Sirius this evening, his heart was beating faster than should be humanly possible and his stomach was doing loopings. He doubted that Cap was even into men, but he could at least look and admire.

Remus took a sip from his drink, and thought back to when Sirius had opened him the door an hour earlier.

“Loops, you're here,” Sirius had greeted him, before stopping dead in his tracks. “Nice costume, you're not going to tell me off, are you?”

“Only if you misbehave,” Remus had teased, after getting over the initial shock.

“What would I get if I do?” Sirius had stepped closer. Was this flirting? Is Cap flirting with me? Or is he just drunk? Remus had promised himself to stay away from the alcohol this evening. He would need a clear head.

“Hmmm,” Remus had hummed, looking up at Sirius face, only inches away. “I could always lock you in a cupboard for two minutes.”

“That wouldn't be a punishment, especially since you had to get in there with me to make sure I don't misbehave.”

“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” Remus had taken the leap of faith, but before Sirius could answer him, Finn and Leo had stepped on the porch behind Remus.

“Watch out, Leo, someone's handing out penalties tonight,” Finn chuckled, unknowingly killing the tension between Sirius and Remus.

Hours later, most of the players were smashed, and Remus retreated into an upstairs bathroom for a breather. He had stayed true to his words, and stuck to beer, but he got overwhelmed in groups after some time.

Remus watched himself in the mirror, inhaling and exhaling like his therapist had taught him, when suddenly the door got yanked open.

“Fuck, sorry, I thought nobody was up here,” Cap stood on the threshold, eyes raking over Remus’ body hungrily. He turned around, closed and locked the door behind him, and sauntered over to where Remus now leaned against the sink.

Sirius stepped closer, caging Remus’ legs between his, cupping his cheek, his thumb tracing along his lips.

“This has to be our secret,” Sirius whispered.

“My lips are sealed,” Remus answered.

“I'll make sure of that,” Sirius whispered, and finally their lips met, tentatively at first, but soon giving way to the scorching hunger that ran through both of them. One simple kiss telling tales of pent-up longing. They both knew one night wouldn't be enough to extinguish the fire, but they were ready to try.

#fic-o-ween #lumosinlove #sweater weather #coops

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luciddaydreamsstuff · 11 months ago

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Here’s the band! More info about each under cut.

I find it weird how Freddy is technically the only naked animatronic. Minus DJ who is just too big, Freddy just has his top hat, bow tie, earrings, and the spike bracelet. Other than that, he’s just commando. Like Sun and Moon have harem pants with Moon also sporting a night cap, Roxy had a two-piece, Chica has a one-piece and leg warmers, and Monty also has pants. Freddy however, zip nada.

Anyways it’s weird, and I’m rambling. Also keep in mind that this is both my interpretation of the characters and also their designs in my AU.

From Right to Left:

Glamrock Foxy: Mostly known as Foxy, Foxy is on the shorter end of the animatronics standing at 6’1. Foxy was originally part of the Core Four, a nicknamed for the original Glamrock band which consisted of Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy to keep in line with the previous locations. Foxy originally played the drums for the band before being swapped out for Roxanne. Foxy’s main attraction is Kid’s Cove, a pirate themed Play Palace. While not primarily connected to the Superstar Daycare, Kid’s Cove was a place for children to run around and play if they were too old for the Daycare. Due to budget constraints, Foxy, Puppet, Ballora, and Baby had to be shelved away, so they were not aware of the virus until after they came back. Foxy has a playful rivalry with Bonnie. His design is a mix of fan interpretation of Glam! Foxy but also some cut-outs seen in his log fume ride in Help Wanted 2. Foxy’s legs are based off of actual fox hind legs as most of his strength comes from his legs.

Glamrock Freddy: Mostly known as Freddy, he stands at 6’7 being around the middle of the animatronics heights. Freddy doesn’t change much from his canon counterpart. He was part of the Core Four (Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy) and later the Main Four (Freddy, Chica, Monty, Roxy), though he doesn’t treat his band mates, either past or present, any differently. After the True Ending of Security Breach, the owner/manger/supervisor of the pizzaplex had contacted Vanessa after watching over and reviewing security footage of the night. With her summon came Gregory and Freddy. A comprise was made and Freddy went with the other animatronics to get fixed and a redesign. With the redesign came pants, a “leather jacket”, and fingerless gloves. Freddy still takes care of Gregory, who lives with Vanessa. His main attraction is Fazer Blast, which I won’t explain because it’s in the game. Freddy is essentially the therapist friend of the animatronics, always willing to go the extra mile to help a friend out.

Glamrock Bonnie: Mostly known as Bonnie, Bonnie stands at 6'5 being around middle height for the animatronics. Bonnie has a sort of rebellious, cool older brother personality. He is both a sore loser and a sore winner, though it is usally played for comedic effect. Bonnie's main's attraction is Bonnie Bowl, a bowling theme attraction with an ice cream bar close by. Bonnie was originally part of the Core Four (Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy) and was on bass, after a malfunction he had been swapped out for Monty, and was not upset about as he saw it as more freedom. He also has a friendly rivalry with Foxy. After Bonnie was found, he was also given a redesign and fixed, and apologised to those he felt like he hurt most. Bonnie’s design is based off of both is canon design and some fan designs, though it mostly shows through the outfit.

I am of the mindset that Bonnie was Patient Zero for the virus, and that Monty did not decommission him. Bonnie, in my AU, was the first one to get the virus but instead of it gradually upping those affected’s worst qualities by 11, the prototype virus only flared upped when Bonnie felt annoyed, angry, or frustrated, lead in to what staff referred to as “Bonnie Blow-ups”. Bonnie didn’t really notice it as a problem until the third or fourth blow-up, the third with him realising he had a glitch, and the fourth time recognising it as a virus. Bonnie begins to distants himself from his friends but confided in Freddy after each blow-up. Bonnie had gone into Gator Golf to talk to Monty about controlling his emotions when the virus flared up, which led to an argument then a fistfight. After the fight Monty leaves, but Bonnie stays behind to clear his head. He ends up almost getting crushed by the bucket of plastic balls, but ends up just falling and getting pelted by them. Afterwards, Bonnie retreats to the secret room he had found accidentally and stays there until he is found during the event of this AU.

I tried to make this shorter than the last post but I also need to make a post about just the timeline of events and whatnot. I also need to do one for Ballora as she’s the only one so far who has a design but no information about her. I might make it after showing the final animatronic designs but there will be more design for this AU in the future.

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justagirlwholikesadam · 1 year ago

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Freddie's Angel

Freddie Mays x Fem!Reader

Summary: London gangster, Freddie Mays is a man with many taste in life. He likes his italian suits and shoes. He likes his imported wine and his pinky ring.

Warning: SFW, love at first sight, cursing, kissing. mention of murder

A/N: Saw Gangster NO. 1 last night, i just kept thinking of Professor Lupin as a mobster. Let me know, if you are interested in more stories about Freddie, he's such a cutie. Enjoy! -L

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It is well known that Freddie Mays likes expensive things and why wouldn't he? Freddy is the most dangerous and richest mobster in London. He has many men working for him and owns about a dozen nightclubs.

Freddie is always seen in his tailored Italian suit, he wears it along with his black leather dress shoes. His tie has always been accompanied with a pin, his usual pin had a pearl in the center of it and some days when he's feeling high spirit, he has a silver chain as the pin that cost more than two penthouse. Another thing Freddie always wore was his signature golden pinky ring. He mentioned the story behind the ring when he first met you, you had found it.

He was at a club with his boys after a good run, he was now dealing with moving drugs. A celebration was needed after their successful run, that's what he told his boys. He was sitting at the head of the table watching them talk with the working girls while others were at the bar and others were dancing on the floor. He sat behind, finishing his plate of roasted duck and his wine. He tsks at himself when he noticed the sauce of the duck was all over the bottom half of his left hand. He must have touched the plate when reached for the bottle of wine.

He wipes his left hand with the napkin, he doesn't even notice his pinky ring had gotten loose from the sauce and had fallen on the carpet floor of the club. He picks his wine glass up to take a drink. He licks the excess wine off his lips after he takes a gulp. God, how he loved his red wine.

“Excuse me, sir!” Freddie looked to his left and noticed a woman beginning to kneel by his side. He frowns until he notices you picked up his fallen pinky ring from the ground.

He doesn't say a word as you hold it in front of him. He keeps his eyes on you, he stares at your face and he thinks at first. He must have died, a shot in the chest in the club and now there's an angel who's going to escort him down to hell because he knows that's where he belongs.

“DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO LEAVE!” The man shouting behind you brings him back to reality. He tears his eyes away from you and looks behind you at a man; his eyes become dark as he glares.

“I was!”You exclaimed with a huff and you pushed yourself up to stand. Freddie saw you're dressed in a pretty blue sundress. You stuck out like a sore thumb in the club with your dress. You had a bag over your shoulder. He saw the club's golden sequin dress peeking over the zipper of your bag.

“Goodnight, Sir.” You said placing the ring in front of him on the table.

“WHY ARE YOU BOTHERING THE CUSTOMER!!” Freddie stood up when he noticed your face, you rolled your eyes, they were glossy with unshed tears. You're about to walk away when Freddie grabs a hold of your arm, stopping you.

“May I ask why you are speaking to the beautiful lady like that?” Freddie continues to hold you so you don't walk away.

“Don’t, he's not worth it!” You tell him looking over at your boss who seemed to shit his pants the moment he saw Freddie stand up.

“It's not your business.” You told Freddie, looking up at him. The man holding you gives you a smile and leans down closer to your ear.

“It is my business, Angel. You see, I own this club.” His voice is smooth and light. You look at his blue eyes, wondering how the fuck they looked so blue in the dark lighting of the club.

His drops his hand from your arm when you realized who he was, he’s Freddie fucking Mays. He is the boss of your pig boss, you had just quitted a few minutes ago calling your boss every name in the book when he told you that there was a customer outside wanting to sleep with you. Your boss had the nerve to tell you that you had to sleep with the paying customer and if you didn’t you would be fired.

Fear filled your body when you saw Freddie talking with your boss. You quickly walked away, making your way to the exit. Not wanting to wait for them to finish because if your boss works for Freddie then Freddie also had to be a pig right?

You're walking down the steps of the club, cursing at yourself for not bringing your jacket when the cold air of the night hits you.

“Angel!” You turn around to look at Freddie following you down the steps. You're about to make a run for it but his long legs catch up to you. He turns you around and puts his hands up showing you that he means no harm.

“I’m not going back there!” You shouted at him, making him nod as he still held his hands up to his chest.

“I DON’T fuck for money, mister. If I fuck its because I like the person, that's what I told him.”

“Don’t worry about him, Angel.” You looked at him with furrowed brows and you saw his hands when he dropped them. His knuckles on his right hand were bloody, did he just punch your boss in the face, you wondered.

“Did you-.” He nods, cutting you off.

“Why?” You asked softly looking at his knuckles again. The skin around his knuckles were red and broken. It looked like it hurt, but Freddie did not complain at all. He kept looking at you.

“Had to protect my Angel since she was kind enough to give me back my ring.” He tells you as he raises his left hand, wiggling his pinky at you. The golden ring shines under the street lamps.

“Thank you.” You tell him and you fix the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“Why?” Freddie askes you and you frown. “What do you mean?”

He gets closer to you and you take a step back. You get a good look at his face, you knew about him but you had no idea he looked this handsome. His skin was unblemished, his lips were pink and looked so soft. His eyes were the prettiest blue, you thought they looked beautiful in the club but seeing them under the streetlamp, they looked like the waters of The Maldives.

He gives you a smile and you feel your mouth go dry but how attractive he looks.

“You quit your job because of that arse and you find a pretty ring on the floor. Why not just take it? Pawn it? Sell it? Why give it back to me?” He asks, shrugging his shoulders as he stuffs his good hand inside the pockets of his dress pants.

“Is there ever a reason to do a good deed?” You answer him with a question. You did it because you did it. You would want your ring back if you have lost it. You let out a sigh, it's been a long night for you and you should head home to rest, you had to look for a job in the morning.

“Have a good night, Mister Mays.” You said and turned around to walk down the street. You can hear his footsteps and he shouts Angel. Looking over your shoulder, you see him walk to you.

“Freddie, call me Freddie.” You smile up at him. You repeated his name with a nod. About to walk away, he stops you once more.

‘What's your name, Angel?” He asks. You tell him and he repeats it just like you did.

‘The night is still young. May I take you out for a drink? If you're hungry, dinner then?” You stared up at him like he grew two heads all of a sudden. You were shocked that Freddie Mays wanted to take you out. He must love that ring so much, you thought since he was doing all of this.

You would have to be dumb if you said no to him, so you accepted and you were glad you said yes because the moment you did he gave you the brightest smile you have ever seen. His car wasn’t parked far, he was a gentleman. He had offered to take your bag and you walked with him to the car. He opened the car door for you and both of you were off.

Settling for drinks, he took you to a nice and quiet place. It must have been one of his clubs because the moment both of you walked inside, the owner welcomed him with a handshake and even greeted you with a kiss on the back of your hand. There was no wait for a table. The waitresses had already set a table with a view of the city for Freddie and you.

“You own this place?” You asked him as the waiter gently placed a menu in front of you.

“I don’t. The owner is a family friend.” Freddie answers you then orders something in a different language to the waiter.

You were so distracted by the view, you didn't notice Freddie staring at you as he lit his cigar.

“Did it hurt?” Freddie asked you, making you turn to face him. “What hurt?” He blows a puff of smoke out of his mouth.

"When you fell from heaven?” Freddie joins in when you start to laugh at his pickup line.

“I don’t know. You tell me, Freddie.” You told him biting your bottom lip making him blush. Freddie was glad the waiter just in time to serve the wine he ordered. You had Freddie Mays blushing like a school boy.

“Red wine? I'm surprised by this.” You said after the waiter left. He placed his cigar on the ashtray near him and lifted his glass up.

“It's good for the blood, you know.” You raise your cup towards him.

‘To Angel.” You blush at his toast.

“To your poor hand.” You said clinking your cup with his. You took a sip and stood up, Freddie frowns thinking you're about to leave but you leave him speechless when you grab the cloth napkin from the table and some ice from the ice bucket next to him.

He doesn't know why but he blushes when you pull the chair next to him. You grab his wrist and he has no desire to rip it away from you. He hears you tell him sorry when you started to clean the dry blood from his knuckles. He doesn't wince, he doesn't make a sound. He’s just looking at you, admiring you. When you're done, you look at him with a small smile and kiss his knuckles.

“All cleaned up.” You said, carefully dropping his hand on the table. You're about to move back to your spot across from him when he stops you. He grabs a hold of the chair and shakes his head.

“Stay.” It sounded like a demand and he noticed your face. “If you like too, I would rather have you sit next to me.”

You nod at him and he leans forward to grab your cup across the table. He brings it over to you and both of you clinks each other cups. The night is getting darker and both of you still are sitting down next to each other, cups are empty as well several plates that Freddie ordered for you to try. Conversation flowed easily between the both of you. He told you stories about himself when he was a wee lad.

“You truly are an angel, you know.” Freddie tells you as he places his hand on your lap. He liked that you weren’t shy to touch him. The moment he laid his hand on you, you were quick to touch him.

“My father gave me this ring.” He wiggles his pinky on your lap.

“My mother gave it to him when he first started this business. He gave it to me before he passed away.” Freddie’s voice grew softer.

“I lost it once, don’t know how. Found it when the owner of a pawn shop called. We’re friends and he knew where this ring had come from. Had the bloke locked in until I came to get it.” You looked up at him and gave him a gentle squeeze to continue on with his story.

“What happened to the person who tried to sell it?” You asked him when he grew quiet.

“I killed him.” Freddie said without remorse. Freddie was quiet for a moment worried about how you would react to his confession. He wasn’t worried that you would go to the cops because he owns the cops. He wasn’t sure why but your reaction meant something to him.

He shuts his eyes when he feels you lean against him and kiss his cheek. “Thank you for telling me.”

The owner and the waiters are waiting for Freddie, it is about 1:00am in the morning and the mobster is still talking to his date. The owner couldn't help but smile when he saw Freddie leaning down close to you. The owner told his workers to go home and he would close the restaurant when Freddie was done. He began to reminisce about the past when he used to work at the restaurant before owning it. He remembered a certain tall sandy brown hair gentlemen walking in every Friday with his wife.

You excused yourself to the ladies room while Freddie paid the check, you looked at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom. He was something else, nothing you ever imagined.

“You looked just like your father when you came in with that girl.” The owner said after refusing Freddie’s money when he was going to pay the check.

“Did I?” Freddie asked, looking over at the older man.

“Aye. She looks at you like your mother did with your father." The old man chuckles when he saw his friend's son blushing.

You walked out of the restroom, making sure you looked fine when you saw Freddie shaking hands with the owner as he held the front doors open. Freddie looked over his shoulder and held out his hand for you.

Grabbing it, you thanked the owner and wished him goodnight. Freddie stole glances over at you as he drove you home. He was a bit sad when you told him that you should be heading home. It wasn't that he was expecting anything but he wanted to keep talking to you. He wanted you by his side still.

He turns to your block and stops in front of a building. Shutting the car off, he looks over at you.

“Can I see you again?” He asks and you nod. “In the morning?” You shake your head at him.

“I have to look for a job in the morning.” You tell him as you're about to grab your bag from the backseat.

It's his turn to shake his head. “You still have a job, if you like.” You frowned and looked at him.

“There's new management now. Like I said, you don't have to worry about him anymore.” You let out a disbelief chuckle at him, making him smile.

“You're marvelous, Freddie.” You whispered to him. You shut your eyes when you felt his nose touch your cheek. You leaned in to meet his waiting lips.

He tasted like the wine he drank and cigars. His aftershave with his cologne filled your nostrils. It makes you wet by the scent of it, it smells like spice and wood. He cups your face when you slip your tongue in his mouth. He pulls just enough to breathe into your mouth while you nibble on his bottom lip making him groan.

“So then morning? Coffee? Tea? Whatever you want, I just want to see you.” He tells you as he rubs your cheek with his thumb.

“Mister Mays doesn't have business to attend to tomorrow morning?” He shakes his head at you. Even if he did, he wouldn't go. The meeting doesn't start until his ass is sitting on the head seat.

“Good, come up for a night cap then.” His eyes widened at your words.

“And for breakfast, I make good scrambled eggs.” You said as you opened the car door. You giggle when Freddie quickly comes out from his side and holds the door for you.

#david thewlis #gangster no. 1 #freddie mays x reader #freddie mays fanfic #david thewlis fanfic #remus lupin au

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