#has some of the best ship v ship combat

[isagrimorie]

Captain Kathryn Janeway as a Brilliant Tactician, part 1, 2, 3 (version 1) (version 2)

Star Trek Voyager, 7x10 -Flesh and Blood II (version 1)

Hirogen ships wildly outclassed Voyager and the first time Voyager seriously went up against the Hirogen, the crew lost control of the ship and they were forced to participate in various Hirogen hunting games.

The crew barely took back Voyager and Janeway had to give Hirogen the Hologram tech to get them off her ship.

And then in season 7, after the EMH Doctor betrayed Voyager and thoroughly sabotaged the ship. The Engine room was a mess and the only reason Voyager didn't explode is because B'Elanna reinforced the Warp core. And then the holograms kidnap B'Elanna.

Voyager, battered and limping was on a mission to retrieve their two lost crew members. So Janeway decided to use the Hirogen's hunting skill for their benefit and had the best tactic to deal with the Hirogen while Voyager was in no condition for a firefight.

And despite limping all the way while tailing the Hirogen ships, in the end Voyager fought against two Hirogen ships and won.

[madmeks]

Caught

Pairings: Titus x Mira

Author's note: 18+ Inspired by this ask Takes place a few days after Her Space Marine: Part 2.

Warnings: Sexual content. Public Sex. Voyeurism. Unprotected sex.

Description: Titus and Mira get interrupted during some time in the shower, but Titus has an unexpected reaction to being caught in a compromising position.

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Mira couldn’t decide if the experience of bivouacking a mixed company of Imperial Guard troopers on an Ultramarine strike cruiser was the most frustrating or most pleasant experience of her life.

After the retreat off Daedalus V, the Imperium fleet had been harried by ork kroozers on their way outsystem, and there hadn’t been time to transfer the Mordian and Cadian survivors of the last evacuation flight off the strike cruiser to their designated troopship. They’d ended up setting up a temporary barracks in a disused cargo bay. With no designated quartermasters among the Guard troops, it had fallen to Mira, Zev, and Major Sarkaana to arrange for rations and supplies for their mismatched collection of soldiers.

It had been headache after headache. The chapter serfs who crewed the ship saw themselves as noble caretakers and aides to the mighty space marines who commanded the ship, certainly above any lowly Cadian or Mordian footslogger. The company were treated as unwelcome guests at best, and had to fight tooth and nail for every concession, down to the last can of corpse starch.

After three days, Major Sarkaana had finally talked the deck chief into allowing the Guardsmen to use the crew showers. Mira had spent the last few hours shepherding the troops as they waited in long lines for their turns to bathe. A few squabbles had broken out between the Cadians and the Mordians over which squads got precedence, and she and Zev had spent most of the afternoon tramping up and down the line keeping discipline.

Finally it was over, and Mira stood alone in one of the shower stalls letting the water run over her tense and cramped muscles. The ship’s recycled water had a vague tang of filtration chemicals, but it was hot, and after the last few days that was all she cared about.

As she hung her head under the spray and let the water run over her aching neck, her thoughts turned to some of the other activities of the past few days. Sighing softly, she pressed her legs together, which did little to quell the wetness forming there that had nothing to do with the shower.

Once the ship had broken orbit and left Daedalus V behind and the prospect of combat was gone, Titus had become insatiable. He’d explained to her already how becoming a Primaris had increased his sex drive, but it seemed that it had ramped up even more now that they’d left the war behind.

Whenever her duties had allowed, she’d stolen away to help him relieve his tension. She chewed on her lower lip, getting aroused reliving the moments from the past few days.

The first time had been in his quarters, when he’d practically ripped her uniform off and then took her standing standing in the middle of the room. Later, she rode him on his bed, not stopping until he’d filled her twice over.

The next day, she and Major Sarkaana had attended a war council with Captain Acheran and his officers on the state of the fleet. Afterward, she’d lingered behind with Titus in the briefing room, ducking her head beneath his robes to take him into her mouth until he came.

Just this morning, she’d snuck away with him to a storeroom, hurriedly bending over a crate of supplies as he lowered her pants and panties to her ankles. She’d had to cover her mouth to stay quiet as he first tongued her pussy from behind, then lifted his robe and entered her. When he came, she’d gone over the edge too as she felt his seed shoot into her.

Running a finger between her legs as she stood in the shower, she lightly brushed a fingertip over her clit, sighing pleasantly at the memory. She was growing just as insatiable as him.

She reached forward to turn off the water valve then took up a towel to dry herself, padding across the tiled floor of the shower room to where here uniform was neatly folded. She’d gotten her panties on and was fastening her bra behind her back when she heard another enter the room. Turning, she smiled as the massive shape slipped through the lingering clouds of steam.

“Hello there,” she said teasingly as Titus stepped into view.

***

Mira could feel herself growing wetter and wetter as Titus’ pre-cum leaked out over her stroking fingers. She smiled as he let out a soft grunt of pleasure, his cock pulsing in her hand. He leaned down to kiss her, as she pressed her body against his. His hands reached to pull her bra down until her tits spilled out over the cups, then teased at her nipples as she pumped him.

He’d suggested returning to his quarters, but Mira had guided him to a darkened corner of the showers, encouraging him to shed his robe and kneel for her before reaching between them to stroke his cock to life.

Falling to her knees, she took a moment to slip her panties off and then slowly licked around the head of his cock as she gazed up at him. As his head fell back in pleasure, she found herself marveling at him. Knowing that to most he was viewed as an Emperor-sent killing machine, but kneeling before him, laving his erection with her tongue...she saw him as hauntingly beautiful. She ran a hand along his thigh, feeling the uncanny curves of his gene-enhanced muscles. She closed her lips around his shaft, reveling in the gasp her mouth elicited from him as it slid downward.

Mira moaned softly in the back of her throat, just enough to vibrate her mouth around him. Popping off his cock, she gave him a hungry look.

“Saints, Titus...I can’t...get enough of you,” she murmured, punctuating her words with licks and kisses around the head of his cock. She licked her and brought it back to his shaft, stroking it up and down while using her other hand to smear his pre-cum along his length. Leaning forward, she took her tits and squeezed them around his cock. Groaning, he rocked back with his ass on his heels, his thick cock jutting up between her breasts.

“I want you to come on me,” Mira moaned as Titus thrust up, fucking between her tits. “I want your cum on my tits, and then I want you to come inside me.”

“M-Mira,” he choked as he thrust, hands reaching forward to grasp her shoulders. She squeezed her tits tighter around him.

“Throne,” she gasped. “You’re making me so wet, Titus.”

Her words set him off. His back stiffened and his thrusts became erratic, then he came. Covering her hands with his own, he pressed her tits together. His mouth falling open in a wordless gasp, Mira looked down to see the first thick rope of cum burst out of his cock and splash against her neck and chin. He kept stroking, pumping out more over her cleavage with each thrust. Gasping as he finished, he fell back to sit on the tiles. She smiled at him as she unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor. Climbing onto his lap, she pressed herself against him for a kiss.

“Mmm...Titus,” she murmured as her naked breasts pillowed on his chest, smearing his cum between them. “I’m going to need another shower.”

Titus grabbed her hips and held her against him.

“First, I want more,” he growled.

She pushed back against his cock, letting out a small satisfied gasp as she felt him stir back to life against her ass. Feeling her shudder, he grabbed her hips and rocked against her.

He surged to his feet, effortlessly carrying her with him as he pressed her against the wall, and then growled in pleasure as he lowered her onto his cock. She moaned and began moving her hips in time with his as he speared into her.

She threw her head back as he buried himself in her, legs locked around his wide hips and hanging desperately onto his neck.

His rhythm suddenly stopped, and she mewled as she tried to rock her hips to keep him going. Raising her head, she saw him twisting his shoulders and head to look at something behind him. With his massive frame shielding her from the rest of the room, she couldn’t see what he was looking at but she froze as she heard a new voice in the room.

“M-my lord?”

Mira recognized the voice. It was one of the troopers from Major Sarkaana’s company. Pulling on Titus’ neck, she raised herself up to peek just her eyes over his shoulder, taking care to keep hidden behind him. She stifled a moan as his long cock slid a few inches out of her as she moved.

It was Arik, Sarkaana’s vox operator, stripped to his tank top and carrying a towel over his shoulder. He was staring at the naked space marine, and the tent in the man’s uniform trousers spoke volumes about his reaction to seeing the Astartes in such a state. Behind him, she could see Aelis, a plasma gunner from her own company. Aelis was dazedly palming her breast as she stared, mouth agape.

Mira ducked back down behind Titus, gasping a little she slid back down his cock. Above her, Titus stood still as a statue, staring back at the troopers. Suddenly, Mira felt him stir. She whimpered as she felt him seem to grow even harder insider her.

Slowly, still looking behind him, Titus resumed his thrusts into her. She tried to stifle her cries against his chest as he worked his cock in and out of her clutching pussy. Arms around his neck, she clung desperately to him as he bucked into her faster and faster.

He turned his head back to her, his face contorted with arousal and pleasure. Mira thought about what the two troopers were seeing, the space marine’s ass clenching as he trust into a woman he had pinned against the wall, her legs and arms clutching at him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he grunted as he slammed into her, driving toward his climax. “Take me...take me...tak-”

His words caught in his throat as his cock suddenly began to jerk inside her. He threw his head back and roared, hands tight on her hips as he began to unload inside her. Mira’s pussy contracted around his spurting cock as she joined him in orgasm.

“Uhn...uhn...uhn…” Titus was grunting on each stroke as his orgasm began to slow. His cock pulsed a little on every thrust, seed flowing out of him in spurt after spurt. Mira continued to come around him, her body milking his cum until he was spent.

Titus’ knees sagged, and he threw a hand up against the wall to catch himself. He bent over Mira, his forehead coming to rest against hers as he kept her pressed against him. Almost imperceptibly, his head twitched to the side.

“Get out,” he growled to the two Cadians.

Mira heard the two hurriedly leave the shower room as she tried to return her breathing to normal, thankful that the bulk of Titus’ transhuman frame had kept her from their eyes. Looking up at Titus though, she saw he’d had a much different reaction to being caught. The space marine was flushed, breathing heavily in the wake of his orgasm.

“That felt like someone appreciated an audience.”

Titus barked a breathless laugh. He gazed down into her smiling eyes as he nodded an assent, still breathing heavily. “Perhaps...perhaps I did.”

His softening cock slipping out of her, he gently lowered her to the floor. Standing on her tiptoes, she caught his neck and brought his lips down for a kiss.

***

A few compartments away, Corporal Arik slumped back against the bulkhead in a deserted corridor. He ran a hand through his hair as he breathed heavily.

“Throne...did you see that?”

“Uh-hmm,” Aelis hummed in acknowledgment on her knees in front of him. She popped off his cock and began to stroke him with her hand. “It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Who do you think the woman was?”

“No idea,” Aelis muttered as she wrapped her lips back around him. Reaching down into her waistband, she started to rub her clit in tight circles as she went back to bobbing on his shaft. After just a few moments, Arik gave a sharp cry and jerked as his cum began to enter her mouth in spurts. Aelis closed her eyes and swallowed, her own moans muffled as her hand began to move faster between her legs...

Thank so much for reading. Please leave a reblog or a comment if you enjoyed it. The reaction to these fics has been wonderful and I'm thankful for everyone in the Tumblr Warhammer community for giving me the confidence to post my work here :)

[queerplatonicshipshowdown]

Round 3, Match 3

Crowley and Aziraphale (Ineffable Husbands) from Good Omens vs. Camilla Hect and Palamades Sextus (Campal) from The Locked Tomb!

Propaganda for Ineffable Husbands:

They are each others everything; they discarded their former affiliations to form their own sides; they are the best of friends and so close that they can't imagine life without each other. But they also *canonically* (at least in the books) do not experience sexual attraction, or romantic attraction, at least not in the same way humans do; their relationship *cannot* be defined by something as simple as romance, and this is a view the author (Neil Gaiman) has endorsed. Hence, queer platonic.

EEEEEEEE they're so CUTE and they LOVE each other and the fact that this love doesn't have to be specifically romantic doesn't make it less REAL and that warms my aspec heart.

those bitches are qpps for sure

In the book they’ve been friends for thousands of years and are v involved in each other’s lives (routinely have dinner ‘dates’, Crowley frequently hangs out at Aziraphale’s bookshop, generally hanging out and stuff.) Since their not human, they don’t really understand human relationships, love, and gender which makes their relationship v queer. They’re mistaken as a couple by other characters despite not being in a romantic relationship. In the show the same things happen and new scenes are added showing how their friendship grew, them becoming much more devoted to each other, and various struggles they’ve had in their relationship. (ei. Sorta breaking up, them each wanting different things out of life)

they've known each other for over 6,000 years. they saved the world together. they have saved each other over and over again. they love each other so deeply and you can see their love for each other in everything they do. as an aromantic queerplatonic person they embody what queerplatonic love means to me so perfectly

Propaganda for Campal:

They're two people who have spent their whole lives together and are hopelessly devoted and loyal to each other. While some people do read their relationship as strictly romantic or platonic, it has way more going for it through a QP lense! They've been lifelong friends, and in their culture are essentially non-romantic life partners as a necromantic wizard and his bodyguard/champion. It's actually strictly taboo for them to engage in a romantic relationship because of this. But nonetheless they remain close to and devoted to each other, going so far as to use necromancy to keep each other close after one of them dies, and then going on to share a body until it becomes physically impossible to do so any longer. So they burn both of their souls to merge together into one new entity, creating a walking metaphor for queerplatonic partnership. They endlessly support and encourage each other, they're a perfect team when it comes to both peaceful study and combat. They know each other inside and out, long before they had to share a body, they were inseperable.

They're two halves of one whole, literally, and nothing about that intense closeness and partnership is written to be romantic! Especially because other, similar characters in the series ARE written to read as romantic, and there's a distinct tonal difference to those relationships! Basically, they're two peas in a pod, two halves of a whole, clearly not quite platonic with it, but certainly not romantic either.

The author of The Locked Tomb has a long term queerplatonic partner! She even dedicates the books to him and signs those dedications with a <> (which is a Homestuck reference, denoting a non-romantic partnership that a number of fans associate with QPPs!). You can feel the influence of her own experience with queerplatonic attraction in a lot of the series, but it really comes through especially in Cam and Pal!!

[christiansorrell]

TTRPG Read-Through: Traveller - Book 1

Here is a read-through I did about a year and a half ago (originally posted on Twitter) of one of the all time classics: Traveller by Game Designers' Workshop! This read-through just covers Book 1 - Characters and Combat from the original Traveller box set trio of books. - Christian

This is the 1981 Second Edition printing of the classic Traveller three zine box set! Been wanting to read this for ages now. It's discussed A LOT in Mothership circles.

Really interesting to see GM-less and solo play options here. Didn't realize that was being done explicitly at this time. Also, nice to see "he or she" language here rather than the just "he" you see a lot in older games.

The UPP is clearly the creation of an utterly deranged mind. This seems like a huge overcomplication of just listing stats (unless all your players are proficient in hexadecimal).

[Hi, it's me from the future here (aka now - 2024): I've learned to embrace and love the UPP (or more specifically the planet stat version from one of the other books). It's complicated at first but really quick and cool once you know how to read it.]

I really like Social Standing as a stat replacement for charisma or charm or other social skills you tend to see. Feels like it would have more impact on the story and less of a "Roll to see if you convince him, I guess" sort of anticlimax social skills have most of the time.

I'm now into the "you can die during char creation in Traveller" bits. Really cool in some ways. Really comical in others. It recommends you enlist your bad stat characters into the Scout service because of it's high mortality rate (so you can roll a diff char before play), lol.

Essentially, you roll stats and that's your entire character but to give them some experience they can enlist in a Service. You have to roll to get in and may get rejected. If so, you submit to the draft (get into one at random). You can die. You can gain skills and promotions.

Honestly, the char creation feels like a solo game unto itself. Risk v reward of how far to push your enlistments to boost your skills and standing and benefits. You could have a whole story in your head by the end of it. Great Session 0 material.

As a 34 yr old, this hurts. Apparently, I have -1 Strength, Dexterity and Endurance now...

I admire commitment but asking GMs to use this full char creator for all NPCs (which means generating chars until you get one capable of filling the role you need) is truly too wild. Best part: at the end, it just says you can also pick whatever you want for stats and skills.

The weapons and intro text have much more of a space as a new age of sail vibe to them than I was anticipating. It's cool. Far more Dune than Alien (so far).

Interestingly (unless I missed something), skills are detached from your stats. Your base stats make getting into a Service easier and help you with Saving Throws and such, but skills have their own modifiers based on the situation and your expertise. It's cool (if a bit dense)!

In case you were wondering, there is absolutely no art in this entire book. I'm hoping we'll get some in one of the other two books with vehicles and ships and such but won't be holding my breath. Gives the whole thing a very Serious vibe.

Always interesting to see how older games chose to handle this (or not).

Here's the UPP in action along with quick listing of other character info. Interesting even if it is just too overcomplicated for my tastes.

Can't overstate how much char creation feels like a whole solo game of its own. You can roll a character at age 18 and have them go through seven 4-yr terms in a Service before retiring and having substantial cash, specific possessions, memberships and social standings. Wild.

The character sheet mentions PSIONICS which is exciting (but I'll have to wait till Book 3 for more on that apparently).

Combat is straightforward but has some unique bits: a focus on stealth as an option and movement/attacks occur by all parties simultaneously which means everyone (enemies too) gets to move and then everyone chooses who to attack and you roll them all. Sounds really fun.

Stats have cool effects in battle. Your Endurance stat is the number of attacks you can make before needing to rest (can you imagine if DnD just didn't let you do a base attack at a point?). Strength and Dex can boost or lower certain weapon rolls like you'd expect.

If trained in a weapon, you can give your expertise as a negative mod to your enemy's rolls to attack you to reflect parrying and blocking which is cool. The skills also add to your attack rolls. Skills just seem really useful overall here.

I just love that we get stats for broadswords, revolvers, and laser carbines. Plus, there are even special tables for archaic weapons for when encountering lower-tech civilizations. It feels like a really wide open interpretation of what space could look like. Feels exciting.

A few more equipment tables and a final quick reference page at the back and that's all for Book 1. I'll be back with Book 2 and 3 in the coming days!

Main thoughts: Character creation is very involved but really cool - its own game practically. Skills are very deep in a way that feels refreshing when compared to more stat-focused games. Combat has some fun, chaotic twists. Feels like a wide universe of possibility here so far.

I'll add Books 2 and 3 to this thread when I give them their own read-throughs. In the meantime, here's my newsletter (last two months have Mothership freebies): https://meatcastle.substack.com

And here's my website (with links to my games and modules and all that good stuff): https://shop.meatcastlegameware.com/

Thanks for reading!

[lightwise]

TBB S3E7 Reactions

Alright, in lieu of an analysis this week, you guys get some extra long reactions from me. Spoilers for Extraction under the cut!

- Of course the operative is still alive after being completely buried by rocks

- You okay there Rexy boy?

- Aww, Crosshair helping him up

- “There’s always another way” feels like foreshadowing

- CX does sound awfully like Tech when he’s grunting. Either that or DBB has only one way of making groaning noises 😂

- The rim lighting in this episode is such a pain for making screenshots but so satisfying for watching

- The modified clone theme when Wolffe lands 😭

- Wolffe was really getting 3PO flashbacks there with that disgusted sigh

- Isn’t Hilo a canon commando?? Or is he from legends?

- I will never get over how realistic light looks in this show

- There’s no way that CX just caught himself with his hands

- “We’re waiting on you” they’re not leaving Crosshair behind this time 🥹

- Lol Batcher. Licking cute clones faces. Always the priority

- How is this CX such a good shot??

- Oh Wolffe definitely has a constant headache. Idk how he’s actually put up with being in the Empire this long.

- This purple atmosphere is so pretty

- “I’m much worse” — SCREAMING. And the little tilt with his helmet to make his point clear? This man can have me however he wants. Anytime, anywhere. Call me, baby (I hope someone laughed at that lol)

- So Hunter does hear the ships. I wonder if his senses are more tuned for mechanical vibrations and animal life than people

- Lol Howzer is this really the time for a heart to heart?

- “Loyalty meant something to me” 🫡

- Lol that TK Trooper sounded like a mid-Atlantic 50s movie star

- How is the operative this nimble? Seems suspicious

- Smoke bombs are CF99s signature

- Interesting that for once the stun bolts are being used ON the Batch instead of by them.

- Wrecker and Batcher are a great team

- Hunter just dropping that TK and then Crosshair taking out their ship. Phew

- Also not suspicious at all that they’ve neutralized all the TKs and left the clone troopers for later.

- How did Crosshair sense the operative coming up behind them?

- RIP Nemec 😓

- “Too bad” 😩😩😩

- Oh Cross, you know you’re not the best at hand to hand combat. This is a very bad idea

- That waterfall is pretty though

- Dear lord why did they have to make these scenes so dark

- Oh fuck. I can’t even tell who threw who off the cliff

- The whole squad going after Crosshair even though he told them to get to the extraction point 😭

- CX obviously knows Crosshair and has beef with him. Again, for the millionth time—WHAT THE HELL DID HEMLOCK DO TO ALL OF THEM

- “You had your chance to be one of us. You chose the wrong side”. Really can’t wait for this to be explained.

- Crosshair’s reflexes are so fast for being all gangly limbs

- Okay I seriously almost had a heart attack here (this is a rewatch so my reactions aren’t immediate but holy cow I almost couldn’t believe what I was seeing watching Crosshair almost drown. Don’t you dare do it Jen!)

- It is v suspicious how fixated on Crosshair CX is even after he’s neutralized him

- Thank GOD for Howzer

- Okay, I can breathe a little again

- That’s…an awfully long fall for someone to survive

- The TBB team took the water scenes from The Crossing in season 2 and said, yeah, how about we just make that a million times better 🤯

- “That’s not Echo”. No, no it is not

- Good to know that Rex is still considered dead by the Empire (although that honestly seems strange that CX in season 2 knew who he was). That’s heartbreaking that Wolffe thought he was dead this whole time though

- Wow. The respect these two men have for each other

- “Oh I did. Lost a lot of good men that day” *cries in TCW season 7*

- Idk how Rex keeps going honestly

- His voice may be gentle but his face means BUSINESS

- Rex 🤝 Omega - believing the power of friendship can save anyone and anything they come across

- Fuck your orders Wolffe

- “I’ll make sure you’re given a fair trial” you really have no idea who you work for Wolffe do you

- Hunter being willing to stand down when Rex asks him to

- “I know you. As your brother, I’m asking you to do the right thing” the brotherly reunions this season are just paralleling all over the place

- Gregor the handsome fellow that you are. I swear his pauldrons get bigger every time we see him

- “Let my people go” the Exodus vibes are strong here too

- Guess we’re gonna be finding out what makes this CX so special. Still can’t believe he survived.

- Rex just lost almost all of his men again 😣😭

- The sheer respect and care that Hunter and Rex have for each other. The hand on the shoulder. The losses that tie them together. The worry and earnestness in Hunter’s face and tone when he tells Rex he can’t win. He doesn’t emote this much to people he doesn’t consider family.

- The ways Hunter still is hesitant to do anything but run and hide, and Rex still can’t give up. Not quite yet.

- How Hunter won’t be able to either until they know what is really going on with Omega.

[siancore]

Second part to this fic.

A/N: This is from Bucky’s POV and takes place in the 1940s while Bucky is at war. Written in the form of V-Mail letters from Bucky to Steve. He wants to tell his best friend about meeting Sam and being smitten, but V-Mail was read and censored by military postal workers. Bucky could be dishonourably discharged and receive a court martial for being homosexual in the army. LGBT+ soldiers were given ‘blue tickets’ to discharge them from service because their ‘character was deemed undesirable’ — around 9,000 soldiers received a blue discharge during war times in the 40s. I hope this gives context to his correspondence. Thanks so much for continuing this journey with me. Enjoy!

Dear Steve,

They said these letters would get to their destination quicker and without much fuss. Better than regular old mail. I hope this finds you well. Hope you’re keeping out of trouble. It’s cold over here, but I don’t want to waste time talking about the weather. Stevie, I’m smitten, Pal. Just my luck to meet the sweetest Buttercup before I had to ship out. My Sweetheart has the prettiest brown eyes I ever did see, and a smile that’s as bright as the sun. Why can’t this world be a better place? Why can’t me and my Sweetheart settle down somewhere and live a nice life? I know there’s a war to be won, and things ain’t as simple as I would like them to be, but sometimes I just want something for myself. Sorry for going on and on. I’m maybe a little homesick. I wish you got to meet my Sweetheart before I left. You two would get on real swell. I miss you, buddy. Take care of yourself.

Yours truly,

J B Barnes.

Dear Steve,

I hope this letter finds you well and happy. Thank you for sending a letter back. I hope you had a nice time at dinner with my folks. My Ma sure does love feeding you. Thinks you’re too skinny, and I think she might be right.

We’re shipping out to the front in Italy tomorrow. My Ma is worried, and she has every right to be. From what the other fellows have said, we’re likely to see combat action real soon. Truth be told, I will be happy to join the fight. As you know, I’m not good sitting on my hands.

How is it being the most eligible bachelor in New York, New York? I bet the dames are lined up around the block for you. Just be yourself, Pal. You will find that special someone. I’m lucky to have found my Buttercup. Wish I had an address to write my Sweetheart. I only know the name of the locality: Delacroix, Louisiana. V-Mail must reach down South. All of the Southern boys are writing to their loved ones. I should at least try, don’t you think? I’m endlessly charmed by a Southern Beauty. Like I said before, Buddy: I am smitten. You will grow tired of my ramblings I’m sure.

Take good care of yourself. I’ll write again when we arrive.

Your Pal,

J B Barnes.

Dear Steve,

Thank you for the drawing pencils. I’ve been using them while waiting for directives. I’m sorry for not writing sooner. Camp life is tough. Feels like the rain ain’t stopped since we put boots on the ground. Some of the fellows in the 107th have fought some skirmishes, I am still waiting to see action. I know you said you found a way to be of service, I just want you to promise me you will be smart about it. Every little bit helps our cause, I just want you to be safe. I am proud of you no matter what you do. You have a good heart, my friend.

I appreciate your encouragement. I thought about writing my Buttercup, but I don’t think that would be a good idea. Different sensibilities down South, you see. My Sweetheart’s folks probably would not appreciate letters from a sergeant in our armed forces sending unsolicited letters to their unwed offspring. It is a different world in the Southern states I’ve been told, and I don’t want to cause my Sweetheart any grief. Dreams of pretty brown eyes and sunshine smiles will have to sustain me for now. At least I can write you and go on and on about my heart’s yearnings for a certain Southern Beauty. You are a good friend to me, Stevie. Thank you for never judging me. I will write again soon. Give my Ma a cuddle from me when you see her next.

Your friend and brother,

J B Barnes

Dear Steve,

Thank you for TWO letters and drawings. Your comic renditions made me smile. I’m sorry for the long wait in between letters. I have finally seen combat action. I am well. Did not get hurt. My Ma was so worried. Rebecca wrote me as well. All of your letters make me less homesick. It’s a different world over here, but I will not waste time retelling the horrors I’ve seen.

I hope your mission is going well. I am proud of you. I hope your date book is full and you are having a marvellous time.

My heart feels heavy. Would it be such a terrible thing for me to write my Sweetheart? Maybe my Sweetheart’s parents wouldn’t mind a soldier writing to their unwed s — child. I don’t want to cause a stir. I wish I at least had a photograph, though I probably don’t need one. My dreams are filled with brown eyes and high cheekbones. Pretty smiles and soft skin. You must think I’m a love struck fool, Stevie. HaHa! Maybe I am. But when two people have a connection like me and my Buttercup do, it reaches beyond the borders of nations. It stretches through time. I don’t have words to explain. Just know that your best friend is love sick and not any less of a man for admitting so.

I don’t know when I’ll be able to write again. Be sure to keep up with your medicines and treatments. Be safe and well.

Your Friend,

J B Barnes

P.S. Maybe when I return home, you might draw a rendition of my Sweetheart for me. I will pay you all of my hard earned money.

Dear Stevie,

I had to write this soon after my last letter, so you will probably get them around the same time.

I got new directives. We’re in the fight now. I just wanted to let you know not to worry too much about me if you don’t hear from me soon. I’ll be busy doing my part.

I won’t win the war until you get here, Pal. That’s a promise.

Signing off for now.

Your Brother in Arms,

Bucky Barnes

[rydiathesummoner]

Why I want a FFV remake more than FFVI

No really, hear me out here! I know VI is beloved, and childhood nostalgia is extremely profitable. I get it. However, I truly believe FFV could be an absolute beast if it were remade into a modern game.

Beware, 32 year old spoilers ahead!

Combat

If you ask anyone who has played V (there are dozens of us!) and you ask what the best part of the game is, probably at least half would say the job system. And I would agree. The job system even in its rinky-dink 1990's form is a blast to play. It can make even trash mobs fun. Now imagine the job system in a modern action game. OMG. I would spend hours just trying different combinations on trash mobs. And if action isn't for you V already has you covered! They can make barehanded really easy to get from the beginning, give it some really fun animations and the non action players can just slap it on everybody and still have a good time.

Glamour

A lot of people claim that customizing the look of your armor is pointless and for girls. Then they play FFXIV and the next thing they know they've been doing a dungeon for two hours because the hat won't drop. FFV is absolutely ripe for a glamour system. Each job has its own flair, and each character has their own style. Imagine a glamour system where you could mix and match, much like XIV's but without the jank. Replay value would skyrocket.

It has better fans

I said what I said. VI has an extremely obnoxious fan base. It's not as bad as VII's, I'll admit that. However, while VII fans are lunatics over shipping wars, VI's fans are obnoxious because they are smug assholes. They shout from their mom's rooftop over and over how it has the absolute best story and characters, and if you don't agree "YOU havE NO mEdia lITeRAcy." Since nobody played V as a kid, they have no nostalgia blinders and we can all spend more time enjoying the game and less time hearing purists bitch and moan about how Terra's hair is all wrong and "tHIS iS not EXacTlY how IT WENt In tHe OrIgInAL." And we will ALL have a better time for it.

Built-in LGBT+ and watching people cry over it will be fun

Faris is non-binary in all but name. The term non-binary didn't exist back in the 1990s, but she does fit the idea. She poses as a man to avoid harassment yes, but then later says she doesn't really care if you call her a he or she. Galuf goes all boomer on her, and Bartz stands up for her saying "Faris is just Faris. She's great no matter a man or woman!" The game does proceed to use she/her pronouns for Faris, but they/them pronouns were not a concept to the general population back then. Just imagine all the anti-woke crowd crying over how Square Enix went super woke, and everyone can just point at the original game like "dude. It's in the original. Lol." It's free extra entertainment. Also you're free to disagree, but even as a straight cis woman I have a hard time believing Bartz is fully straight. Sure he has his moment when he sees Faris asleep, but he doesn't really get upset over being like "wow this dude's hot" and I can't stress enough that this game was made in the 1990s, attitudes on this subject were completely different. Also, some of his job outfits are... look I don't want to stereotype but there's a lot of "he's at least bi, right?" when it comes to Bartz.

It's not so serious

I'm fully in agreement with the "Game of Thrones ruined entertainment" crowd. I'm over dreariness, and the idea that if nobody died, then nothing happened in the plot. It ends up dumbing down stories. It's not my problem if you're so dead inside you need to see something extreme to get an emotional response. I went to therapy for that, I didn't demand everything have a bloodbath so I could feel something. We're not in a great era IRL right now. Times are tough. I want to spend my precious free time actually having fun and laughing at characters. It would probably have a similar feel to Rebirth. The story does have serious moments but it's mostly about having fun.

There are only 5 characters

FFXV had some story problems, but where it worked best was its core characters. By the end of XV it's hard to NOT be attached to the chocobros. FFV has the same situation, you're with your friends the whole game so there's plenty of time to develop the characters. The original did ok with developing Bartz, Lenna, Faris, Galuf and Krile, but a modern remake could really do it right and make the characters really fleshed out. FFVI has too many characters for a modern game. Hell it has too many characters for an older game. Everyone has a VI character they never use and forget they exist, and I don't like that. It would suck up a ton of time and resources to give development for Gogo and Umaro. I don't care about them enough anyway.

Bartz could be a really refreshing main character

For those who haven't played FFV before, the main character is named Bartz, and he's dumb as shit. He has a good heart and loves his friends. But the boy's brains are scrambled eggs. I want Square Enix to take that and run far with it. I want them to zoom past shonen and go full Zoolander with Bartz. I want him to absolutely own the dancer outfit, sashaying around while murdering mobs, then sit down in the sand and hug Faris when Sylva dies. He'll probably cry more than Faris. Then he will go and not understand how many weapons to collect after hearing the Tale of the 12 Legendary Weapons (yes this actually happens in the game.) Typically the non-broody protagonists in the series we see maturity and a better understanding of the world, but I don't want that for Bartz. It's been done. He's my Zoolander. I'd rather he remain dumb as shit at the end, and his character development is about him being a completely directionless idiot into an idiot with an idea of what he wants to do with his life. It's ok if what he wants to do is stupid and unrealistic. Maybe he'll open a school for kids who can't read good.

There's zero romance

Yes I know, romance is extremely profitable. But even in the original Bartz does not end up with any of the girls. They are all extremely close friends by the end, but nothing romantic. That's right, a story with no love triangle, no will-they won't-they drama, no anime harem. It's possible! Who knew? It's refreshing! They would have the entire game to really dive into the theme of friendship without shipping wars destroying everything. I just want to try it in a modern game.

That One Scene would be absolutely epic in an HD remake

If I haven't convinced anyone by now, just imagine this: Galuf's last stand in HD. It would be glorious. It would be heart-pounding excitement. It would easily go into the top 10 of most epic fights. Imagine this fight on the scale of the Titan or Bahamut fights from XVI. I'm drooling over the thought. Please, Square Enix I'm begging.

[put-me-out-of-my-destiny]

Proposing V for the ask game, if you're still doing it?

My favorite thing about V:

On a narrative level, he represents the best quality of DMC5, it's fleshing out of Vergil. I love that deep down, underneath the fear-driven quest for power, Vergil is a soft goth boy who loves a particular poet so much he makes it his whole personality. Plus, I love the interpretation that he looks so young because Vergil lost so much of his life to being Nelo Angelo.

On a gameplay level, I love how you can make V constantly taunt while making his minions fight.

My least favorite thing about V:

On a narrative level, as much as I love his voice and design, it would have been so cool if he was a woman instead. Besides the Implications, it would be a neat way of nodding to his human mother. Also, I've been told that the literary character that Urizen is named after is a part of a dyad, the other half of which is a female deity. And DMC5 sorely fumbles it's female representation anyway, having a playable female character might have won it some points (though realistically, there's a good chance they would have fucked up her design, and the hate toward her playstyle would be so much more vitriolic).

Speaking of playstyle, on a gameplay level, I do enjoy playing as V, but the moveset definitely needs more development. I don't like that V's evasive actions require his familiars because you have to interrupt their combat (and even Griffon's attack charging) in order to use them, even though the whole point of V seems to be multitasking. Plus, the hidden range limit for the minions can really screw you, especially considering that Shadow's attacks can easily take it outside of that limit, causing it to teleport back to V's side and interrupt your attack strings. And what's sad is that due to unpopularity, there's a real chance that we won't get to see a new iteration of this playstyle.

(There's even a series in my pinned post all about a certain character ending up in this position, just saying).

My favorite line by V:

It's hard to say, since he has one of the best if not the best vocal performances in the game. I do like that he says "it's my turn to play with the Devil Sword" at one point.

My "brOTP" for V:

I love his friendship with Griffon. It's a shame it got no closure whatsoever because the writers decided they wanted to magically wipe away Vergil's trauma via DMC1 callback boss fight.

My "OTP" for V:

I don't generally like ships for Vergil, but one that I would entertain is one with Lucia. I see the humor in her meeting a man who's just as handsome as Dante but with none of the charm, and realizing she's actually fine with that. Plus, Vergil is far more comfortable with his demon side than his human side, and I think that would extend to Lucia. He would think her devil form is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, and he'd be right. Lucia deserves a handsome loser boyfriend who loves the demon in her so much that she learns to love it too, especially since he also comes with a giant stoic tree man with sharp teeth and tentacles, and of course our favorite poetry-lover.

My "nOTP" for V:

Nero x V is sadly popular, even though they're literally father and son. And even when talking about just V, not Urizen or Vergil as a whole, I don't care for shipping him with Lady. She doesn't even fucking like him, nor should she.

A random headcanon about V:

I think his cane is tied to Rebellion in some way. Perhaps it simply contains some of the same materials, which is why it's good at conducting demonic power, and why it allowed him to reunite with Urizen.

An unpopular opinion about V:

While I am firmly in the "V and Vergil are the same character and that isn't a bad thing" camp, I am sympathetic to the wish that V was his own character. I cannot fault someone for loving V but not finding Vergil interesting, and I don't think it's worth getting mad at them over.

A song I associate with V:

Besides Crimson Cloud? There's a "combo mad" sort of video from time to time titled Void Violin, it features some good music.

My favorite picture of V:

That gif of him tripping and dropping his free taco.

[jedimaesteryoda]

Varys, the elusive spymaster who seems to know all that goes on in King’s Landing. From when we first met him, we don’t truly know his motives, which side he is truly on if any and he dons multiple disguises. It’s underscored by his name being a homophone for “varies.” 

However, we learn by ADWD that he is effectively on Team Aegon who he likely knows is Illyrio’s son by a Blackfyre mother. That leaves the question of why does he support House Blackfyre’s cause? What is his connection to House Blackfyre?

More to the point, just exactly who is Varys?

Let’s take a look at his backstory.

"I was an orphan boy apprenticed to a traveling folly. Our master owned a fat little cog and we sailed up and down the narrow sea performing in all the Free Cities and from time to time in Oldtown and King's Landing.

-ACOK, Tyrion X

"The Lord Varys was born a slave in Lys, did you know? Put not your trust in spiders, my lord."

-AGOT, Eddard V

Varys stated that he was an orphan from apprenticed on a mummers ship, but Pycelle gives a detail that Varys was a slave in Lys. He mentions in the story to Tyrion that the master of the mummer’s boat sold him to a sorcerer, and Illyrio mentions he arrived in Pentos “one step ahead of the slavers” indicating that he likely was a slave.

Who else do we know of who was a slave in Lys?

"Serra. I found her in a Lysene pillow house and brought her home to warm my bed, but in the end I wed her.

-ADWD, Tyrion II

Varys was practically from the same city as Serra, and under the same status, but whereas Serra was sold to a pillow house, Varys was sold to a mummers’ ship. Varys likely knew her, and directed Illyrio to find her and produce a son of Blackfyre blood. That just leaves the question of how are the two people connected? How did Varys know her?

We may get a few hints in Illyrio’s mentioning of Varys’s backstory.

He [Maelys] won command of the Golden Company by fighting his cousin, Daemon Blackfyre, for it, killing his cousin's destrier with a single punch and then twisting Daemon's head until it was torn from his shoulders.

-WOIAF, Jaehaerys II

"In Myr he was a prince of thieves, until a rival thief informed on him. In Pentos his accent marked him, and once he was known for a eunuch he was despised and beaten. Why he chose me to protect him I may never know, but we came to an arrangement. Varys spied on lesser thieves and took their takings. I offered my help to their victims, promising to recover their valuables for a fee. Soon every man who had suffered a loss knew to come to me, whilst city's footpads and cutpurses sought out Varys … half to slit his throat, the other half to sell him what they'd stolen. We both grew rich, and richer still when Varys trained his mice."

-ADWD, Tyrion II

It has been stated more than once that the best lies have bits of truth in them, something a master spymaster like Varys would know. Illyrio would keep some information hidden, and give just enough to satisfy Tyrion’s curiosity but with some lies to cover up their plan and keep out details that would potentially expose it.

Maybe Varys was a kind of prince, but there are no monarchies in the Free Cities like in Westeros except for one family of claimants at the time of his birth: House Blackfyre. 

Maelys Blackfyre, the Monstrous: Captain of the Golden Company, named for his grotesquely huge torso and arms, fearsome strength, and savage nature. A second head grew from his neck, no bigger than a fist. He won command of the Golden Company by fighting his cousin, Daemon Blackfyre, for it, killing his cousin’s destrier with a single punch and then twisting Daemon’s head until it was torn from his shoulders.

-WOIAF, Jaehaerys II

Varys may have been “a prince of thieves” or a Blackfyre prince as Daemon IV���s son, until a “rival thief,” Maelys the Monstrous, overthrew him in a coup. Of course, Daemon IV lived long enough to father children: Varys and Serra. Maelys may have killed Daemon in combat, but killing his children would have potentially cost him the support of the Golden Company, so as a simple solution he sold them into slavery, or their mother was sold into slavery when she was pregnant with them at least. 

Varys and Serra’s story would sound very similar to that of Viserys and Daenerys: a pair of orphaned children of Targaryen blood in the Free Cities who lost their father in an usurpation by a distant cousin. The sorcerer that bought Varys likely knew of his dragonblood/kingsblood.  

The cut was quick, the blade sharp. By rights the metal should have been cold against her flesh, but it felt warm instead. She could feel the blood washing down her face, a rippling red curtain falling across her brow and cheeks and chin, and she understood why the priest had made her close her eyes. When it reached her lips the taste was salt and copper. She licked at it and shivered.

-ADWD, The Ugly Little Girl

If his story sounds familiar, that’s because it is Arya’s story: a child who saw their father beheaded, and lost everything their family, their home and freedom who dedicates their life in pursuit of vengeance and learns a craft to do so. Needing the mercenary Illyrio to protect him, Varys was not well-versed in combat, so he set about to become a master spymaster. 

While he would work with Illyrio in the thief-taking and espionage business for some years, he never lost sight of his true goal for the Blackfyre conquest of the Iron Throne. Look at Varys and he is the opposite of the ethos of House Blackfyre. Daemon I, Maelys and arguably many others including Bittersteel were all powerful warriors embodying the idealized, masculine warrior-king while Varys is a soft, plump eunuch with powdered hands, and wearing perfumes and silks. The contrast in appearances emphasizes the contrast in their approaches with the Blackfyres having tried to overthrow the Targaryens using hard power while Varys uses soft power. Varys is basically the Blackfyre counterpart to Bloodraven or the anti-Bloodraven:

Master of Whisperers and closest advisor to a weak king named Aerys

Dwells in tunnels of Red Keep with his children who serve as agents while Bloodraven dwells in a cave with the children of the forest

Cultivated a certain boy king for his grand plan (Aegon as opposed to Bran)

Associates with boy named Aegon raised in the country who is crowned king

Use of disguises

Uses his “little birds” as informants in place of Bloodraven’s actual birds

Son of a royal father who was the fourth of his name (Daemon IV as opposed to Aegon IV for Bloodraven)

His sigil would be a black dragon as opposed to Bloodraven’s white dragon.

Uses a crossbow to kill Kevan as opposed to weirwood bow Bloodraven used to kill Daemon I and his sons

Wizard as opposed to greenseer? (that’s best explored in another post)

He is effectively the image of everything House Blackfyre despised yet Varys managed to succeed where all his predecessors failed in overthrowing House Targaryen, and not through an invasion, but espionage and subterfuge.

Overthrowing the Targaryens was part one, but part two was installing a Blackfyre on the Iron Throne. Varys had two serious constraints concerning part two: he knew he couldn’t sit the Iron Throne due to himself being a eunuch who couldn’t sire any heirs, and he knew the realm would never rise for a Blackfyre. He came up with a solution that solved both problems: his sister Serra would produce a son of Blackfyre blood who would then be presented as the son of the late Prince of Dragonstone in a supposed restoration of the Targaryen regime. Serra like Daenerys would end up being sold as part of a marriage deal involving Illyrio in a plan to take the Iron Throne.

He was willing to do whatever it took to succeed, even at the expense of his own sister and innocent children. His story itself is a warning to Arya of what a life dedicated to vengeance could potentially lead to.

[dellalyra]

Pixie’s JJK Theories

!! SPOILERS !! (225 included) if u don’t wanna know anything then don’t read <3

Okay so, I’ll try to make these make sense and put them in some sort of order bc I have so many ideas and thoughts they r swimming in my head :):)

Gna preface the whole thing by saying I don’t think Gojo is dead/will die, just from an editing/business perspective (I did 2 years study of being an editor and 5 years of creative writing studies, not an expert or anything so just MY OPINION)

So first theory set:

Who’s gonna kill Sukuna and Kenjaku?

Maki Kills Sukuna

I think that 225 has been a signal that Sukuna CANNOT be defeated/killed by cursed energy or techniques. I don’t know how to describe it best but think of Achilles, an unbeatable hero but he had that one weakness. Now Sukuna’s whole CT/DE is based around weaponry right? There’s literally nobody more talented with weaponry than Maki - it’s been hinted that she’s even surpassed Toji in terms of physical prowess since Mai’s death and the whole heavenly restriction thing. What if, he basically can only be beaten by someone playing his game: a proper fight? Think of it, maki has no CE, no CT, no DE. But she is completely unparalleled with weapons and cursed tools. What if - she’s the antithesis and also the mirror image of him and that’s what could take him down? Also: it would be a mirror of Toji V Gojo.

Gojo & Sukuna = Gods amongst Mortals

Maki & Toji = The Mortals

Toji’s lack of cursed energy and physical abilities also with the inverted spear allowed him to kill Satoru.

What if this will be repeated history with Maki - with something from the Zen’in vault?

If Maki could then save Megumi, then they could work to rebuild the Zen’in clan in their image: modern, fair and open.

That’s one theory anyway since we’ve seen that Sukuna cherishes and admires strength and power.

Theory Two

Choso Kills Kenjaku

OKAY SO Choso’s whole character is family. His whole aim since day one has been his brothers. What if choso kills kenjaku, as his revenge? Noritoshi Kamo is the one who both created AND destroyed Choso’s family - it would be poetic justice for Choso to be the one to kill him, since he has known nothing but manipulation and violence since his ‘birth’.

Theory Three

Yuuji kills Sukuna

Sukuna took so much from yuuji it would just be JUSTICE but also remember during the exchange event arc megumi really emphasised how even without cursed energy yuuji would still destroy them all in hand to hand combat? I think that’s rly important here. This kinda follows the same logic as my maki theory but I just have this feeling that Sukuna can’t be taken down with cursed techniques or DE, it has to be raw unbridled power. Like I said Sukuna respects and covets power and maybe it’s because he knows that’s the one thing that could kill a god like him.

Plus - this ties in with ‘start by saving me, Itadori’ and megumi and Yuuji’s promises and threats to not die. Regardless of whether or not u ship them romantically, their relationship (platonic or not) has been at the forefront of the entire series - it would make sense for Itadori starting his full Sukuna free life by the first person he really saves being Megumi.

Also I like this because remember the ‘Nah, I’d win’ conversion with Gojo? Wouldn’t it be cool if it was actually Yuuji who won - saving Gojo, Megumi and everyone else?

Theory Four

Inumaki is gonna have a big part to play. Idk what, but the timing of his return lends itself to this.

Also, Nobara isn’t dead. The other person that gojo Shoko and Ijichi were talking about was Nobara and she ain’t dead but severely injured and I think she’s gonna come in with a dramatic ‘here to save ur sorry asses’ moment bc it just is very on brand for her.

Theory Five

Why Gojover isn’t happening now/ever.

But especially now.

OKAY business perspective ik it takes away from the ‘story’ part but don’t forget that Gege has editors and he needs to sell more copies of future editions and chapters so a certain amount of fan service is required, Gojo stole the show literally - they know that killing him off is a bad business choice at any point, but especially in such an anti-climactic way.

Another rly important point is every character who’s had a huge impact on the story and then subsequently fuckin died, think Geto, Nanami, Toji - they’ve all had a poignant death and Gojo has had even more of an impact on the story.

Geto: you could at least curse me a little in the end and his moment w gojo in the alley

Nanami: you’ve got it from here looking at yuuji his protege who he was so tough on and then telling him essentially he trusted and believed in him

Toji: my kid will be sold to the Zen’in’s, do what you will after pushing gojo to unlock his full potential thru fuckin stabbing him and then gojo stopping the sale of megumi

After all of these deaths they’re not gonna do:

Gojo: 3 chapters, gets slashed in the neck and fucking croaks.

That’s just bad storytelling and no matter how cruel he is Gege is a phenomenal storyteller

NEXT point is I think this is where we’re finally gonna see some real RCT. It’s interesting how Gojo said he doesn’t mind going HAM on Megumi’s body bc he looks like his dad - I don’t think that’s a coincidence that he’s fighting someone who looks so like Toji and then gets slashed in his neck? Seems a bit like repeating history, but I think even Gojo’s RCT won’t cut it - I think it’ll be Shoko who saves him.

The giveaway for this for me was ‘You were never alone’ and her reminiscing. She’s always been there for the two boys and she always will be - she’s the most powerful RCT user and she’s never left Gojo’s side, and she won’t fail him now. She will heal his neck, because he’s not alone at the top of the food chain. Pair with this if Utahime is still using her amplification technique, Shoko is almost unstoppable in terms of RCT.

We’ve seen this situation with Yuuta and Yuuji too, so there’s canon evidence of its existence and potential.

Also - I don’t think the Tojification of Gojo is accidental or just gege having a hard on for Toji. This is again a Man Vs God situation, take this and use it on Toji (man) v Gojo (god), but now it’s Gojo (man) vs Sukuna (god). Ultimately, Toji killed Gojo. He killed a God by force. Maybe that’s some foreshadowing idk idk.

Theory six

Yuuta kills Kenjaku.

Don’t fight me on this one. It’s feminine intuition. Idk why or how or where but it’s gna happen.

Theory seven

Noritoshi Kamo kills Noritoshi Kamo.

The battle of the Noritoshi’s.

Won’t happen but would be funny and I would enjoy the confusion at the both screaming each others names and it being their own names like the confusion from Shibuya.

Theory Eight

I kill Sukuna and Kenjaku.

They’re testing my patience rn, and they’re hurting my babies. Mama Pixie is unhappy. I’ll chase after them both and beat them with a frying pan until they both apologise and get me a bouquet each for being such unruly boys and then they will make ‘I’m sorry for killing your brother/I’m sorry for taking your eye out/sorry for living in ur body and taking ur heart out/sorry for killing ur sister and then taking ur body/sorry for using ur ex-bfs body as a marionette’ cards for everyone and I put them in time out (hell).

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Chapter 25: Dajunar (Second Chances - Hunter x reader)

Dajunar. v. to plan or plot.

Chapter summary: You come up with a plan to rescue Crosshair.

Chapter warnings: angst, canon divergence (because I think it's stupid that they couldn't have just found Mt Tantiss to begin with). more angst.

Word count: 2,774

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A surprise awaits you on Pabu. An unfamiliar ship is parked in the main courtyard next to the Redthorn. Sharing a frowning glance with Hunter, you take the steps off the Marauder two at a time, eyes narrowed in equal parts curiosity and suspicion. Despite the tension creeping back into your shoulders, you silently relish the steady warmth of Pabu’s sun, a mother’s embrace welcoming her children home.

The ship before you is small—smaller than the Redthorn, and clearly made for combat. Carbon scoring scars the outside of the hull; yellow and red paint chips away where blasters damaged the sturdy metal beneath. Movement through the front viewport draws your attention up. 

Then, appearing at the top of the ship’s ramp, like something out of a dream or vision—

“Echo!” A gasp tears from your chest. You fly up the ramp and throw yourself into his arms, hugging him against you. 

He stumbles, then steadies, mismatched arms returning your affection. “Hey, Nav.”

“How— when— what—?” Laughing in incredulity, you step back, but keep your hands on his shoulders. He looks more...tired than you remember. Face pinched in stress-lines, even now, as he gives you a small smile. “It’s good to see you.”

“I got your messages,” he says. “I— hang on, incoming.”

He gently nudges you to the side and then crouches, arms wide open to receive the blur of blonde hair that launches into his waiting grasp. Omega laugh-sobs, clearly succumbing to the same emotions that course through you. Letting her have a moment with her ori’vod, you rejoin the rest of the squad in the courtyard, beaming. 

“Did you give him the coords, Tech?” you ask as you catch Hunter’s hand to hold. 

Tech adjusts his goggles. “Affirmative. He responded on a triple-encrypted channel shortly after we entered hyperspace. He was in a nearby system already.”

“That explains how he got here so fast,” Wrecker says. 

Once greetings are made, you lead Echo back to your new dwellings. He turns his face skyward more than once along the walk, and a twinge of worry returns to your chest. Where has he been? What has he been doing, exactly? But Hunter is there to pull you back from the brick of spiraling into overthinking, his fingers warm and comforting against yours, his gray eyes sparkling when you glance up at him. You nod at him in reassurance.

Echo’s face softens when he takes in the three structures before you all. “You’ve done well for yourselves since I left.”

“There’s room for you here,” you say. “Whenever you need it.” 

The look he gives you is inscrutable, but he nods at you in appreciation. “We should talk strategy.”

Suppressing a grimace, you try to not let the deflection sting. He’s right, of course; but the fact he glossed right over having a home to come back to leaves your heart aching. 

Tech catches Echo up to speed on the emergency signal you received and describes the sector of the galaxy that he was able to trace the signal to. Under the shade of a palm tree, the glowing blue holographic map seems to flicker in and out, alternately overpowered by sunlight and reanimated in shadows. 

Echo frowns, rubbing his chin. “We’ve heard some rumors about a new science facility in that sector.”

“What kind of facility?” Tech asks. 

“Cloning,” Echo says, voice heavy. “Like I said, it’s just rumors. No one is willing to talk about it, and the files we’ve retrieved are all corrupted.” 

Anxiety begins to bloom in your stomach, simultaneously hot and cold. “It’s the best lead we have. If the Empire is pursuing cloning technology, it makes sense they’d take clones, right?” 

“I still think it’s risky,” Hunter says, an edge to his voice that you’ve not heard in a long while. You don’t have to look to know that his gaze is settled on Omega. Her protection comes first, as it always has. Clearly your conversation on the ride back to Pabu has given him much to think about. 

“He’s our brother,” Wrecker argues. “He’d come for any one of us, you know he would.” 

“Crosshair still cares about you,” Omega chimes in. “He wouldn’t warn us if he didn’t.”

“The kid’s right,” Echo says, gaze flicking between you and Hunter. “Tactically, it’s a huge risk. You’re not wrong there, Hunter. But if we’re successful, if we could get him out and get intel on that facility, we might be able to do some real damage to the Empire.”

“And if it doesn’t work?” Hunter says. His grip on your hand tightens almost painfully. “What then?”

“Then at least we tried,” you say, trying to keep your voice gentle, neutral. “You agreed we’d try.”

His eyes dance with worry. It mirrors the worry that coils around your own lungs, threatening to suffocate you like a python. Even if Hunter is wrong, and this isn’t a trap, very few of the squad’s missions of late have gone to plan, except perhaps your rescue off Coruscant, and even then, there are aspects you wonder about. 

And nagging at the back of your mind is another worry, one that is much more personal, perhaps even self-centered. That emergency signal came to your comlink, not anyone else’s. You’ve seen Crosshair the most recently of the entire squad. What if this isn’t a trap for the squad, but for you, luring you into the jaws of the sand lion at last?

Your immediate next thought is a resounding no. When you blink, you vividly recall the defiant set to Crosshair’s mouth when he expressed his goal of bringing in you or Omega, not both. Unless something drastically changed since then, you know he’s in dire need of help.

Hunter’s eyes search yours for a long moment. Then he sighs, hanging his head with a nod. “Yeah. Yeah, alright.” 

For another moment, the only sounds are the wind rushing past your ears, the gulls cawing as they soar overhead, and the distant, constant crash of waves against the island shore. Looking around at your family, you gnaw at the inside of your cheek, studying each of them in turn. Wrecker’s scarred face is pulled into a defiant pout. Next to him, Tech fiddles with his datapad, intent on the holomap. When you meet Echo’s eyes, he offers you a slight nod, his eyebrows lifting in a teasing cant at your and Hunter’s joined hands. Omega peers up at Hunter, her arms on her hips and a grim set to her expression. 

Hunter, for his part, stares right back at Omega. You can see gears turning in his mind, the beginnings of a plan. 

Sighing, you gesture towards the houses. “Let’s get inside and start planning, then.” 

You hate the plan, as it turns out. But none of you were able to come up with anything better, and the clock is ticking, so you have no real choice. Back in hyperspace, in the relative comfort of the Marauder, you perch at the edge of one of the datacenter seats, leg bouncing as you turn the plan over and over in your mind. Tech and Wrecker chat quietly in the cockpit; somewhere behind you, Echo follows in his own ship. At the very least, you’re comforted by the fact that you have him back, for a short while, anyways. 

But the trade-off is that Omega was left behind. Hunter made that decision unilaterally, much to the girl’s dismay. You’d barely been able to resist the pleading eyes she turned on you, but in your heart of hearts, you knew it was the right decision. Omega is too important, too full of life and opportunity, to let her fall into the Empire’s clutches again. Still, that doesn’t quiet the sensation of bugs crawling in your stomach since you hugged her goodbye. 

A loose screw in one of the wall panels squeaks. Gritting your teeth, you squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore it as you mull over the plan again. Step 1: leave Omega behind to keep her safe; check. Step 2: acquire supplies for the infiltration of a top secret, high-security Imperial facility with no hope of backup; check. Step 3: fear for your lives; check. Step 4: land on the other side of the kriffin’ planet and hike all the way to the facility, get in, find Crosshair, get out alive, and make it all the way back to the ship, alive and in one piece. 

You can’t help the groan of frustration and desperation that rakes out of your throat. 

“I don’t like it either,” Hunter says to your right.

You jump with a curse. Blinking, you peer into the gunner’s mount, where Hunter posted up as soon as you got on board several hours ago. The soft blue glow of the datacenter illuminates only the shimmer of his eyes, the curve of his nose and jaw, and his fingers, interlaced where his arms rest over his knees. 

The two of you gaze at one another for a while. Drinking in the sight of him like this, tense and keyed-up and desperate, you bite the inside of your cheek. You stand eventually and drift to him, reaching up to gently tug the bandana off his head. When you card your fingers through his curls, skimming the warm skin of his scalp, he hums low in his throat, eyes sliding shut. You smile softly.

“We’re going to get him back,” you say. You know you’ve said it a few times since receiving the message, but you need to hear it as much as Hunter does. What you don’t say, can’t say, is that you’re all going to be okay, that you’ll be together as a family on Pabu soon enough, because to say that you will is just inviting the galaxy to kriff it up.

Hunter sighs, a deep, chestful of air sloughing out of him. He leans heavier against your touch. “There are too many things that could go wrong. Too many moving pieces.” 

You don’t disagree. It’s part of the reason you dislike this plan so much. Four clones and a wanted deserter sneaking into a top secret science facility is just tempting fate. No, the plan needs to be simplified. 

An idea occurs to you. An alternate plan, not one that you’re much more thrilled about than the current one, but it at least removes those moving pieces. 

“I’ll go in alone,” you murmur.

Hunter’s eyes snap open. “Like hell you will.”

“Why not?” You shuffle back when he thuds to the floor of the hold, but otherwise hold your ground, peering up at him where he glowers over you. “It makes more sense than all of us going.” 

Snorting, he shakes his head. “You can’t seriously expect me—us—to be okay with that.” 

“I don’t expect that,” you say. “I just expect you to hear me out.” 

When he doesn’t protest, you continue, choosing to ignore the way his eyes narrow at you. “I know we can’t land too close or their radar will pick up our signal. But I also know that the farther away we land, the harder it’s going to be getting out of there. If I go in alone, though, I can disable their ground support, destroy what I can, and get Crosshair. Then you all fly in, pick us up, and we disappear.”

“Absolutely not.” He crosses his arms, jutting one hip out in a gesture that is so painfully similar to Omega that it makes your heart squeeze. 

“Let’s put it to a vote,” you say. “You all voted to come back for me, right?” 

You can tell by the way that his jaws works that you’ve won. Not waiting for a verbal affirmation, body buzzing with anxiety and energy, you flit to the cockpit. “Team meeting.” 

Tech turns the pilot seat to face you. From the passenger seat, Wrecker looks up at you with a curious expression as you open the comms line to Echo’s ship.

“Problem?” Echo asks as soon as the connection is established. 

“I’ve got a new plan,” you respond. Behind you, Hunter enters the cockpit, his frustration rolling off him in waves. You ignore the way his anger makes your skin prickle. 

Wrecker sits up straighter and grins. “Let’s hear it.” 

“I’m going to get Crosshair by myself.” 

There’s a moment of silence where Tech and Wrecker exchange incredulous glances, then Tech gestures for you to explain. Over the comms, silence greets you, but you’re certain that if Echo has any protests, he’d offer them now. You rattle off all the same reasons you just gave Hunter, feeling more secure in them now that you’ve said them twice. 

Tech tilts his head at you, and you wait patiently for his brain to do the calculations. “Technically...one person alone would have an easier time staying hidden. Though this does hinge on the fact that you will have to navigate an entire base on your own. As our weakest navigator, Navigator, I cannot recommend you undertake this mission.” 

“Thank you, Tech,” Hunter grunts. 

You shoot him a frown. “I’m more likely to blend in than any of you.” 

“You’re also wanted for murder, remember, cyare?” Hunter retorts. 

“And you’re all supposed to be dead,” you say flatly. “We can repaint your armor, and you might be able to stay undetected for a little while, but they’re going to question a clone going off on his own more than they will a nat-born officer.” 

“Nav’s right, there,” Echo says. “The Empire’s been phasing out clones and recruiting nat-borns.” 

A surge of victory crests through you. 

“Ah,” Tech raises one finger, “but we don’t have any Imperial uniforms.” 

“I do,” you say. “I never got rid of it after I deserted. I’ll just need to steal security codes to get around.” 

“There is still the matter of you finding your way around,” Tech reminds you. 

Pressing your mouth into a hard line, you sigh. “I’ll manage.” 

Hunter huffs. “You all can’t seriously be considering this.” 

“I am, actually,” Tech says. He levels Hunter with an even stare. “Statistically, this new plan has a 16.7% higher chance of success.” 

“I’ll take those odds,” you say with a wan smile. 

Growling, Hunter glares at his brothers before turning his gaze back to you. “No.” 

“Hunter.” You spread your palms. “May I remind you that just a few weeks ago you were ready to throw me into an Imp base as bait? How is this different?” 

He grits out your name, your given name, frustration clenching his jaw around the word. “This isn’t some backwater base. This is one of the Empire’s top facilities. There will be more guards, more chances for you to be recognized and thrown in a cell yourself, leaving us down another member.”

His eyes plead with you to let this go. But you can’t. Crosshair’s intense gaze is seared into your brain. “Be honest with me, all of you. Would Crosshair go with you if it was one of you who showed up at his cell?” 

Echo’s sigh crackles over the comms. “No. He wouldn’t.”

Wrecker looks like he might cry. “But we’re his brothers,” he says, so despondently that your heart breaks. 

“I know, big guy,” you say. “But I get the feeling that if he wanted one of you to come, he’d have commed you.” 

And this, you know, is the heart of the matter. Crosshair has only seen you since Kamino. Granted, only the one time, but you must have left an impression if he alerted his brothers to your whereabouts. You can see in Hunter’s face that his resistance is crumbling, his eyes shining. 

“If this is actually a trap,” you say, looking only at him, “then it’s for me. I won’t put any of you in danger again. I won’t risk Omega being found because of this.” 

Hunter closes his eyes, an errant tear glistening over his cheek. Guilt chews against your stomach for playing the Omega card like that, but you’re telling the truth. He knows it as well as the rest of them do. 

“All in favor of Navigator being the sole operative?” Tech says. “Aye.” 

“Aye,” Wrecker says, “though I wish I could blow up those Imps.” 

That makes you chuckle. A smile quirks at Tech’s mouth.

“Aye,” Echo says. 

When Hunter meets your gaze again, the defiant, frustrated light in his eyes vanishes; in its place, you find a scared, worried man. “You better figure out how to get those security codes, or you’ll never make it past the front door.”

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[miloslime]

Some fluffy facts about Kuno ^v^

Kuno lets the kids decorate the deck of the ship with chalk and water based paints. Even when the drawings wash out from rain or seawater, the colors always leave a faint colorful stain for a little while. He also lets them give him random makeovers, like painting his nails, styling his hair or decorating his tail! He finds it relaxing.

Kuno’s love language is gift giving!!! This means that he has given each of the kids something that either means a lot to him, or something that he thinks would mean a lot to them. Examples I have thought of so far are: -He gave Octavia a bejewelled necklace that he bought from her hometown -He gave Heran an earring with a pearl from the necklace Kuno’s mom had given him -He got August a magical pair of glasses that would allow him to read invisible or encoded writing -He got Olympia a bandanna that shows the charted stars/planets/constellations that are in the sky at that moment, it’s activated with a spell term

Kuno has a special passion for teaching the kids combat skills!!! He's been trying to learn different types of combat that he thinks might work the best for each of them. If he thinks he might not be able to teach it well enough he tries his best to find someone who can.

Kuno has a stripe-like pattern all along his body but it is only visible in very dark environments because his patterning is bioluminescent!!

Kuno's tail will wiggle sometimes if he's exited or happy, similar to how a dog wags its tail ^v^

Although he’s not able to do so often since he lives on a ship, one of Kuno's favorite hobby is making flower crowns/wreaths.

Kuno also really enjoys drawing, although he’s not very good at it. It's something that he’s done since he was a guppy in training and it helps him document his thoughts and feelings, since he’s not good at writing.

If you were to put your hand on Kuno's cheek, he would lean into your touch.

[fumikomiyasaki]

Introducing Nakaumi, founded by the curiosity of the Pirate King

Fandorm for @deaths-academy-of-combat​ (one piece fandorm)

Nakaumi focuses mainly on Maritime combat and many students are adventures of the seas. The dorm color is Orange.

Most of the dorm members are either already Pirates, the next generation of it or just want to perfect some skills that are in need for a ship. hence why most dorm members wear a skull symbol somewhere.

The Supervisor of the dorm is Shanaya Bane (@twsted-princess) who first found the current dorm and vice leader as they were much younger. Being as passionate about the sea on Erena came to her with her dreams of being one day one of the best Pirates, she couldn't say no to help her this way to acheive it. The Nakaumi students are a very colorfull chaotic combo so even if order is hardly that possible at least they can make their best out of them.

Erena Ryūjin (twst Luffy) is a dorm leader that doesn't seem like she keeps the authority well but in actuality she does do a good job to give everyone taskes and help them get closer to acheiving their dreams.

"Slice" (Twst Buggy the clown) Never shares his real name but aside having a circus show in the dorm, he often lurks behind Erena to make sure nobody bugs her, as well as is old friends with Shanaya

Most of the dorm is located on a huge ocean... with many small building and a huge one in the middle serving as a base, the restaurant on it is often where dorm members in the morning eat together and discuss some dorm stuff... most students have their own little cottages and under the base is a underwater area for 1 v 1 battles as well as tons of small Facilities that some dorm members lead... like individual pirate crews as well as bars and entertainment... Slice as mentioned has his own circus show and often builds it up to give some a good break.... however it can get pretty dangerous as well. Most of the dorm has a Map to orient and outsiders are often very welcome given Erena likes to introduce others into her wacky adventures.

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Reserved so far:

Dorm leader Luffy

Vice leader Buggy

Boa Hancock

Uta

Zoro

Sanji and his siblings

Crocodile

Nico

Bentham

Ace

Chopper

Brook

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Feel free to tell me if you wanna do a character

[eaymtb]

This will never stop being funny to me:

"Originally, Lazard was going to flee. As soon as Veld confronted him later on in what ended up being chapter 9 about the money, Lazard was going to save his skin and run. And then Veld actually happened, dear gods, he’s so fucking hot??? I have issues and I don’t even care. Anyway, Veld was supposed to be Threat, not Daddy, and Lazard was supposed to skedaddle and I’m really glad that didn’t happen, because I thoroughly enjoy their interactions.

Also my self indulgence created a whole ass tag on AO3 for this crack ship."

Anyway, the Turks are one of the very few things where I intentionally ignored the FF7 timeline. Several of them are recruited during the events of Before Crisis, which doesn't even start until the end of Feb 2001 (Or [v] - εγλ 0001), but I didn't want to make up characters for the Turk investigation when there are a whole bunch that already exist and that I really like. So I just decided this was going to be one of those rare instances where I would say fuck it, canonical accuracy (or as accurate as one can be with the mess of incomplete and contradictory lore that compilation has) can take a hike, and they're all magically already Turks. And then I went ahead and also named Nunchaku Tamaki (Because his character and design instantly made me think of Tamaki Suoh from Ouran High School Host Club) and Knife got named Chau (Because of Scott Pilgrim, despite not having anything remotely in common with the character otherwise, lol.) I also just decided that Chau and Tamaki were on Aerith rotation for September so I wouldn't have to try and explain who they were in text, which is why neither of them ever get mentioned, ha. And probably ~never will~ either. They just get to live in my head.

And the head-canon notes below that, because that's actually something I can just copy paste out of that tab in the spreadsheet, read:

Reno is in his head, extremely intuitive but flighty, chatty, distract-able. Rude partners well with him because Rude is grounded and pragmatic, he keeps them focused and directed and notices details. Alvis and Freyra work well together because Freyra is enthusiastically determined to prove herself but she’s a country girl, while Alvis can be lackadaisical about protocol and is a city boy. Freyra makes sure they dot their I’s and cross their T’s, and Alvis isn’t competitive about being the best so he’s really happy to cheer on and support Freyra, and gives her credit for keeping him on task. Juget and Ruluf are what Tseng considers his heavy-hitter team. An ex-mercenary and an ex-mob enforcer, they’re both ruthless and pragmatic. Ruluf also genuinely treats Juget as one of the guys which they appreciate. Together they have a ranged combatant and a close combat combatant. Ruluf is very familiar with Midgar and it’s slums, and Juget is familiar with hunting down a target out in the world. Maur and Cissnei pair really well for canvassing and investigations that require speaking to people. Cissnei covers the innocent pretty young girl and Maur the older, respectable and polite hard working man, which covers most civilians really well. Maur also treats Cissnei respectfully, and can be protective of her, which Cissnei finds sweet (and also secretly appreciates). Emma’s strengths lie in forensic accounting and researching. She works best alone. Balto and Chau pair well together personality-wise. They both appreciate beauty and wish for the world to be a better place. They are surprisingly idealistic for Turks.

I put that bit of thought into what Turks Tseng would assign to what activities back in chapter 4. It was some of the research and world-building done alongside figuring out Cloud and the kid's journey and the investigation itself. Ruluf and Juget get assigned to investigate the caves under Banora with a SOLDIER 2nd because they're the most effective combat team. Emma does the forensic accounting, while Maur and Cissnei canvas Hollander's neighborhood, speak to his colleagues, and investigate his home. And Freyra and Alvis came along with them to Banora because they're, in my mind, kind of like Reno and Rude 2.0: The Rookies. The fact that Alvis uses a rod weapon, has red hair and was also a slums rat; he's so obviously a baby Reno, it's adorable.

[totentnz]

soft OTP: #5 for silverv?

Soft Ship Prompts

5. Write about a casual kiss between your ship. aka i decide to plague you with 400 words describing what v looks like

johnny had managed to talk v into taking the NCART today, she barely got any sleep last night and he wasn't gonna let her drive, they needed to be alive if they wanted to do that gig for el clowno later.

she was occupying two seats at once with the way she was sitting, her legs spread and arms on the backrest. he wanted to comment on how she should stop manspreading but he was too busy admiring her. she was so unapologetically comfortable in this public space and he enjoyed witnessing it.

the music blasting from her earplugs made the scene even better: sex pistols. he remembered the first time he heard his british counterpart from the stereo in her car: they were out in the badlands as few days after he woke up in her body, he could barely believe what he was hearing, after all that band was older than he was and there was no way she even knew about them. these days however it made perfect sense: if anyone was gonna listen to classic punk-rock, it was her. she had good taste in music, sometimes, and he was more than happy to fill the gaps.

she was wearing the replica samurai jacket, johnny knew she would have burned it in that damn trunk if it wasn't his. underneath it was a crop top - it used to be full sized "I ♡ NC" shirt but she cut off the collar and lower half. v had an aversion to wearing bras so her pierced nipples were visible through the fabric. he caught himself staring for a little too long so so he moved his gaze downward, to her midriff.

he wondered why she didn't have her bellybutton pierced as well, considering the amount of metal that adorned every other part of her body. she did have a tattoo on her hipbone though: a millitech m-10af lexington, it was placed there to make it look like it was stuck into her pants, it would look better if it was his malorian though, maybe he was gonna get her another present on the other side of her hip.

her pants were perhaps the best part of the getup - cargo-pants with pockets that seemed to be bottomless, stuffed with everything she needed to roll her own cigarettes and other less important things like keys and chapstick. she had sewn the pockets on herself along with multiple patches - much to his delight there was a samurai one there as well and it has been there since before he showed up. safety pins, metal studs and even nicola tabs were attached to the flaps and seams all over. of course the pants had holes, conveniently placed at her knees where the star tattoos peeked through. she was also wearing her usual big black combat boots with steel caps. johnny could tell from this outfit she didn't intend to handle this gig on the low, which he appreciated; he was itching for a good fight.

all of this fit her so well, he remembered the night he woke up in her head, she was wearing what was left of that stupid suit and he assumed that was her choice in clothes - he was glad to be proven wrong. she had character, individuality and good taste - not his type though.

v must've caught him staring as she was giving him a look now. he was sitting across from her and she was smirking at him with that damn look she always gave him when he caught her staring, which didn't happen often, really.

"why dontcha come over here, hm? get a better look?" she propped up her head on her hand, rubbing a finger over her browbone - shaving off your eyebrows was a weird choice but it looked good on her. "that ain't how it works, dickweed." he retorted but decided to pop up right in front of her anyway, grabbing his balls to provoke her. it never worked and he didn't know why he thought it would this time. she simply took in the sight, giving him a nod of approval.

perhaps it was this reaction that made him follow through with a plan he had been stewing on for some time now, a way to finally throw her off, get the reaction he wanted.

he leaned down and grabbed her face, causing her to lean forward. he could feel their heart quicken in this moment, he grinned and pressed a kiss to her lips, a proper, head tilting kiss. it lasted for longer than he expected, both in the sense that he could feel her lips for longer than a moment and that she didn't pull away from him. quite the opposite, she even slipped her tongue into his mouth. that damned split tongue of hers that always made him wonder what she could do with it. he could feel it glide along its own and it sent a shiver down their spine. eventually it was him who pulled away, looking around to see how the other passengers would say to this weirdo sticking out her tongue like this but people were unphased - this was night city, weirder shit happened every day.

he straightened up and looked down at her, of course she was so damn pleased with herself, lazily leaning back in her seat as she licked her lips.

"guessin' that one didn't go as expected." she said and pulled one earbud out. "underestimated how much of a freak ya are." he said and sat down next to her, resting his metal arm on the backrest behind her. she offered him the earbud, a pointless gesture since he could hear the music the whole time but he accepted anyway. "takes one to know one." she turned her head to him. "yeah now imagine if i had a body o' my own." he replied, raising his eyebrows flirtatiously. "i do. every day. have been this whole ride in fact."

[lavenderplain]

I was having an artblock and then came up with the idea of drawing D.Va and another member of the MEKA squad, D.Mon aka Lee Yuna. I feel like Yuna should be added to the game and I have ideas for her lore (not her ability kit).

Let me tell you them...

First, I imagine D.Mon is the oldest of the squad at the age of 24. Because she looks like in her mid 20s and is probably a lot more mature than the others in her team. She basically treated as a big sister to the other squad members, including D.Va/Hana Song.

D.Mon and D.Va known each other since D.Mon was in grade 1 in high school. They both became friends because of the same interest in video games. One of the games they like to play is "Mecha Guardian V". They then end up in the same team during a e-sports tournament with D.Va barely winning 1st place, which lead to D.Mon becoming her mentor in e-sports related games.

D.Mon was the last person to join MEKA because she wasn't sure about the whole deal of hiring professional gamers into riding mechas. But D.Va convinced her to join that the others needs guidance from her like how D.Mon have given D.Va guidance during their times at e-sports.

D.Mon and D.Va have a twin sibling like relationship. Having their codenames both back in e-sports and when working for MEKA (D.Va - D.Mon) and have their rooms in-base next to each other.

And finally, D.Mon is a trans woman. I believe it's about time to introduce a trans character into Overwatch AND I DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE SAY! I imagine D.Mon didn't identify as a woman until 3 months later after her and D.Va became friends. D.Va literally has no idea what transgender is, but is pretty curious at it. When learning more about her gender identity, D.Mon and D.Va learn more about the queer community in South Korea. D.Mon came out to her parents which got her shunned by her parents and kicked her out of the house. But D.Va allowed D.Mon to stay at her place until she has enough money to buy a place of her own. After D.Mon transitioned and deciding to join MEKA, Captain Myung found out about D.Mon being trans and was about to reject the application, but D.Va defended D.Mon. Telling Myung that she is the best gamer D.Va has ever since and that D.mon's knowledge in combat could help the other members learn new skills and even be a mentor of some sort, just like how D.Mon did it to D.Va. After several minutes, Myung finally gave in and let D.Mon join.

Oh, and one more thing, D.Mon is also pansexual who is secretly in a relationship with a genderfluid person name Moon Ji-won (문지원). I imagine that when you're working in MEKA, you can't form any relationships due to believing that love will get the squad distracted from fighting the gwishin (which is a reason why D.Va kept her crush on Dae-hyun to herself from anyone. (I ship them, fight me.)) D.Mon and Ji-won met at a retro arcade cafe and became close ever since.

Sooooo anyway that what I came up for D.Mon... Also. if you have any ideas on how she would work in the game, let me know.