steadycherryblossomstranger

[anotherpapercut]

it's so wild to me how many people (here in the us) have this attitude about the debt ceiling negotiations like "who cares? this will only affect rich stockbrokers anyway" because like. do y'all not realize that defaulting on our debt could trigger a MASSIVE recession that will come down the hardest on people who are already struggling, including major impacts for people who rely on things like SSI, Medicaid, and other forms of payment/assistance from the govt. as well as the usual steep rise in interest rates across the board affecting things like mortgages, credit cards and car loans

[novasolstarr]

NOVAAA DROP YOU'RE PRESSURE OCS!! AND MY LIFE.... IS YOURS!!!

A little tip for the way you draw Sebastian

(I deeply apologize if I've sent an ask already.. I have the memory of Dory so I can't remember if I even sent one or not.)

FINALLY GOT THEM ALL DRAWN AND SKETCHED UP

OC LORE UP AHEAD

Content warnings before you continue! The upcoming information may contain topics that are sensitive to users, including;

Medical mentions

Vague Child death

It is now 23:00 and I’m so tired and have school and blegh. So enjoy this silly little jabbering of OC lore and my apologies for the typos that are bound to be incoming

ALSO Feel free to ask any questions about these characters, I’m more than happy to answer them :3

The Nurse, Z-156

Also known previously as Andrew Laticdinae

Andrew before being subjected to the procedures from Urbanshade at the Hadal Blacksite was a nurse at the [REDACTED] hospital located within [REDACTED] [REDACTED]. During his round about runs a patient under his care, an elderly individual, known as [REDACTED], had passed after receiving a lethal dose of heart medication which sent the elder into cardiac arrest. The nurse responsible for the death was quick to pin the blame onto Andrew, and in his confusion, poor wording, and inability to afford a good lawyer, Andrew was charged with murder and sent to the [REDACTED] Prison.

It was here that he was eventually picked up by Urbanshade along with a select few other individuals.

Andrew during this time was put into a project which revolves around making agile, quick, deadly, and effective agents. He was one of the latest of these procedures, having been subjected to the mix of Nurse Shark and Sea Krait. The Sea Krait DNA provided Andrew with a scuted underbelly, a vicious venom [complemented with fangs], and a large paddle like tail that allowed him to comfortably, quickly and effectively navigate through the waters, able to Bob and weave between narrow spaces. The Nurse Shark mix also provided him with a primarily cartilage skeleton and a bite that’s near impossible to pry off due to the suction like bite. Should an individual be able to pull Z-156 off, if the venom doesn’t make quick work of them the large chunk of flesh that is pulled off along with Z-156 will certainly leave them in a world of hurt.

Andrew ended up as one of the more successful tests, however the animalistic appearance side effect was unwanted and needed to be worked out. After further study Andrew had been dropped, leaving him to ponder what his fate may become. In a desperate moment, Andrew pleaded to Urbanshade Personnel to allow him to opportunity to work as an on-sight-in-water medic, noting he had exponential experience before ended up in his current position.

It took days of back and forth [with help from his Docile nature] to finally get the Personnel to agree, granting him very very limited freedoms compared to the average experiment.

Though he was far from treated like an employee. Whenever he was to be out on his job, he was fitted with a muzzle to prevent any potential envenomation of divers, he could only eat within his room, was monitored around any medications and was heavily restricted on what he had access to as to prevent any potential attacks.

Despite it, Andrew preferred this over being cooped up in a room to rot or potentially worse, almost overworking himself some days out of fear. Even now a passing Expendable may find this friendly face sitting within the Blacksite, ready to offer up his services in exchange for Data. [This Data is given to Sebastian]

Mechanic Info

For 90 pieces of Data players can have their health restored from anywhere between 20-50 health. Do note though that this comes with a 25% risk of failure, in which the player will have 10%-20% of their health removed [this will not exceed 10 health however].

Players can also flash The Nurse a limitless amount of times on their first time meeting him, however continuing to do so with each meeting will result in him becoming short with the player. By the 7th - 8th meeting and flashing him twice, he will lash out and bite the player dealing a base of 10 damage. Though this in itself is fine, players will then receive 2 tickets of damage for up to 30 seconds. Players that were at 100 health will be knocked down to 30. This can be stopped with a medkit though or eating wall dweller flesh.

Nova Starr, Expendable

Just a self insert for me and Non-canon to my universe :3

False Alarm, Z-326

Also know previously as Nouvel Nebula

Nouvel lived a relatively bland life before Urbanshade, married to their husband Clayton Nebula [OC Owned by @cyanide-cafe], and working various odd jobs they could find. They were relatively lax and had little concern, so when they ended up thrown in prison alongside their husband after suspected of being an acquaintance in his murders and defiling via cannibalism, they were thrown for a heavy loop.

Even during these harder times the two were inseparable and this became further apparent once picked up by Urbanshade and delivered to the Hadal Blacksite.

Here, the two were put under similar genetic splicing with small differences in DNA for the purpose of testing fertility between spliced genetics. Despite the difference in spliced DNA, Urbanshade was capable of producing 3 living offspring using their gametes in a controlled environment via test tubes, only one of which however was able to escape their termination date and still roams the facility unbeknownst to their supposed parents.

It wasn’t until their time in the Blacksite that Nouvel learned of the crimes that landed their husband here and, subsequently, themself, being absolutely horrified by the revelation and distancing themselves as much as they feesibly could from him during this period. The relationship became stiff and strained in this time, made further worse with the eventual separation of the two for their experimenting. Despite their disdain towards him at the time, he was the only comfort they had in this hellscape, falling deep into a mental spiral which further fueled their eventual sporadic behavior.

The extreme mental strain in this time from the constant experimentation, manhandling from personnel, separation and even occasional threats should they continue to lash out and attack, left them flitty about their behaviors towards Expendables. They seem to show more submissive behaviors when groups of 3 or more are around, being passive unless provoked, but the will quickly become incredibly hostile with groups of 2 or fewer.

Mechanic Info

False alarm is a small and agile monster, preferring to hide within dark rooms whilst waiting on unsuspecting Expendables to pass by. Though they are passive if groups exceed more than 2 players, flashing them will result in a hasty hit and run, where they damage the aggressor for 15 damage and then run off to a separate room.

If there are 3 or more in a party there’s a rare chance that False Alarm will even provide a small bit of information about item whereabouts for Expendables lingering in a room too long. This could be vague hints about flashlights, medkits, high priced data, or otherwise.

If there are 2 or fewer Expendables around, False Alarm becomes hyper aggressive, doing multiple hit and runs for 5 damage per hit, targeting the player with the least amount of health. Flashing them successfully 3 times will get them to back off entirely, ending the encounter for the rest of the run.

Be wary when False Alarm is around, for their companion Real Alarm is not far behind..

Theo Nebula, 326-327-5

Theo Nebula is the last of 5 offspring that had come as a result of the project behind Z-326 and Z-327. Theo ended up the most human and most viable of the 5, with the first 2 offspring having never successfully survived after being removed from incubation and the more recent 2 having been long terminated before Theo, as they had no use and were more hassle than they were worth, being far more monsterous in appearance than Theo. Despite being the most human, they still showed several physical changes and even risked a shorter life span due to their rapid growth [Looking almost 13 or so despite being 4 at most]. The project itself at least proved it was possible for mutations that had occurred on individuals could be passed down, and with more proper tweaking may even be able to be further selective about what can and can’t be passed down.

After Theo had been researched to their fullest extent and there wasn’t much use for them anymore, they were set to be terminated just as their previous two siblings. Luckily for young Theo, a familiar face sent the Blacksite into mayhem after releasing the monsters, allowing Theo to escape their fate of being terminated.

From time to time they can be spotted rummaging around rooms or heard crawling in the vents in their search for food and fueling their curiosity of the Blacksite. They’re cautiously curious yet incredibly skittish and will quickly run off whenever approached by expendables. It’s recommended to search where they were last rummaging through as this may provide Expendables with extra data or information

[ophilosoraptoro]

Fmr. IRS Agent REVEALS "I haven't PAID income taxes in 25 years" it's UNCONSTITUTIONAL | Redacted

[den1als]

⌗   ⠀⠀   𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙶 [ ... ]   ⠀⠀   DEMETRIUS KELLY III, a fifty - two year old, has survived another day in red creek where they lived for their entire life . the prevaricator is known for being meticulous and argumentative and is often associated with the lingering scent of cigarette smoke on your uniform, a cracked mug with the words #1 dad on it, and expensive watches decorating your wrist . in a small town where they work as the sheriff for red creek's sheriff department word travels fast . it's hard to keep a secret, and it looks like the boogeyman knows that redacted .

| | | ⠀ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂 ⠀ [ ... ]

full name: demetrius kelly iii . nicknames: kelly, mainly by long - term residents within the area . age: fifty - two; september 3, 1972 . zodiac sign: virgo . gender + pronouns: cis male, he / him . orientation: heterosexual / heteroromantic, but bi-curious . place of birth: red creek, michigan . occupation: sheriff @ red creek's sheriff department . languages: fluent in english, conversational italian . height: 6'3.

mother: ambrosia kelly, councilwoman + real estate agent ( deceased ) . father: demetrius kelly ii, property developer ( alive ) . wife: wanted connection . children: wanted connection . pet(s): a rottweiler named mickey .

tba. i really wanna get this out but i'll come back to finish it.

| | | ⠀ 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈 ⠀ [ ... ]

before 1972, when you heard the kelly surname, it was usually associated with ambrosia and demetrius ii: college sweethearts turned entrepreneurs who originally got their start flipping abandoned buildings and turning them into housing projects for the lower-class and homeless. their selfless act of kindness prompted a change of heart in the town over from red creek, so much so that ambrosia will later be elected as mayor for her love towards the community. the first thing she did as mayor was ...

*squints* gentrifying the lower income neighborhoods so they can build more modern and expensive housing for the middle-upper class. oh.

obviously this sudden change of character did not sit well with the residents of the town but ambrosia could care less. she still kept her promises made during her campaign so it's not like was completely useless. just classist. <3

fortunately ( or unfortunately ) the two will eventually leave their small town and travel west to red creek in an attempt to "revive" the surrounding area within michigan first. their reputation has already preceded *insert town name here* and traveled across the state. you either agree with what the kellys were doing, or you were against it.

i personally believe that demetrius ii worked on a few houses on norwood st. and even helped with the development of a couple of the establishments !!! only if it's legal aka the admins allow it ksjdhah

regardless of how anyone felt about them, the kellys were here to stay. in the time of them settling in red creek, ambrosia had become a councilwoman while demetrius ii just worked on renovations.

demetrius iii was born and raised in red creek his whole life. his childhood and adolescents was pretty alright minus the mini arguments he got in because of his mother. while he didn't agree with a lot of her morals, that was still his mom. this will prove to be an issue later.

fast forward to 1999; demetrius is now in his late 20's and a deputy for red creek. he worked the cases of the original murders and disappearances, and his gut told him that jacob thorne was their guy. he will admit, little remorse was had after jacob took his life, but the killings stopped. unlike most of the town, he can openly admit that he regrets nothing and believes that he was right. though for now, he keeps it a secret like the rest.

lighting round! demetrius got married to his high school sweetheart and had a son. he became sheriff in his mid 30's and rumors has it that his mom had something to do with it. he's a bit of a hard-ass but that's only because he never truly cared about anything other than work and keeping the crime in town at a minimum, thus leading to strained relationships within the family and a bit within the department.

his mom will pass years later and after she was buried in the cemetery, demetrius realized just how much he's lost trying to keep her happy. what else can he do for a sick elderly woman? now, he's trying to make amends and do things right but with... similar occurrences turning up, it might just undo everything he's worked so hard to fix.

i'll add more and re-work this tomorrow! but i have a lot of more headcanons so if you wanna know more about him, please let me know!

[nichtschwertart]

Earth is the stage of many conflicts big and small, miraculous and mundane, grand and petty. It is, perhaps most notably, one of the main battlegrounds of the Bellum Magnum. But Earth is also the site of an ongoing struggle that is notable only in its peculiarity: the Sierpiński War.

Its history begins with the rise of Cold War espionage agencies. As the various spy networks of the world constructed, confabulated and investigated all manner of plots and conspiracies, a number of cells all over the world found a strange pattern in their collected data. They found certain sets of code names, shell corporations and false government divisions that could not with any amount of work be resolved down to anything real, but kept popping up in otherwise totally unrelated documents. This bizarre pattern came to be known as the Sierpiński conspiracy. No agent that ever tried has managed to unravel it. There would always be further clues to find, but following them was less like tightening the noose around the neck of a grand conspirator and more like falling endlessly down into a fractal hole of deceit and hidden meaning. To those who fail to cut their losses it becomes the ultimate mystery: A picture that seems to consistently become clearer and sharper without ever fully resolving. Surely there must be an end to its complexity! Surely Sierpiński cannot be everywhere, involved in everything, manipulating absolutely everybody. Surely the end is just out of reach. Surely you've nearly got it. You're so close. So close you can feel its edges on your throat. All major modern intelligence agencies forbid research into Sierpiński at this point. The patterns are identifiable enough to allow supervisors to effectively warn would-be obsessives away, but around a dozen rogue cells of compromised operatives seek the truth to this day, all hot on the heels of this mastermind conspiracy. The truth is of course, that the patterns lead them in circles and so they are mainly tracking, ambushing, raiding and fighting one another. Funding, scarce and largely funneled into these outfits from the black budgets of the richest nations by mysterious means, is augmented by the tried and true spy methods of fraud and con artistry. Police actions against all parties still involved in this Sierpiński War fall prey to the fractal patterns just as surely as any investigation into the conspiracy at its heart and so the struggle continues, a shadow war of immeasurable cost and unknowable purpose.

The ultimate truth, however is surprisingly simple: The Sierpiński conspiracy does not exist. It is a mere dream of the void; a pattern from the unfathomable systems of correspondence, misdirection and implied meaning within the Ineffable Bureau of Ninuan. It was never meant for Creation. It fits itself snugly into the code-word-riddled, massively redacted and highly temporary practices of non-documentation and communication of Earth's Espionage and Counter-Espionage communities. It constructs itself in the paperwork to always present the tantalizing lure of deeper truth. But it's ultimately nothing at all, doesn't actually make any sense or have a resolution.

If anybody had the means to tally up the actual funds held by all belligerents in the Sierpiński War over time, they would find that a portion of untraceable lost assets totals a number perfectly matching the income on a Swiss bank account owned by one Ildinia Kills-With-Words.

[hanablooms]

Been a while since I posted anything I'm so sorry!! I've just been so busy pursuing my studies irl and the schedule's been so hectic that I didn't have the timeTvT but! I wanted to drop by to say something about the new spy x family chapter that just got released!! So without any more dues let's begin!!

#SpyxFamily chapter 82!!

Manga new chapter, chapter 82! Spoilers ahead!!

THE UNEXPECTED YURI VS YURI DILEMMA!!! Who's chasing who?!!?

Yuri 1?? Yuri 2??? Omg no it's Twilight/loid (Yuri 1) and the actual Yuri (Yuri 2- ahem I mean our yuri) but either way it's a dilemma! Loid faces Yuri!! It's gonna be angsty and a thrilling show down we all waited for!! Not this way tho, endo senseiTvT but as I said, it's still not clear who's chasing who now! For me personally, it is! It's actually so amazing and so funny at the same time how you can easily differentiate between who's who in this panel and the future panels even if loid's disguised as yuri, the facial expressions give them right away! One look at yuri and loid together and you can tell which yuri is yuri and which yuri is twilight! Tho if loid were to start putting yuri like act and yuri got serious too, it would be pretty hard and our brains would explode out of confusion lmao anywayyyy this arc is gonna be real thrilling and fun! Plus we still dunno where wheeler is, whether sss and wise has more moles in each other's organizations or did they totally get rid of them now, whats wise doing atm and whether wise has other plans/tricks up their sleeve cuz endo can do anything to surprise us with skilled writing anytime, twiyor incoming angst/drama/chapter incoming... so much to look forward to!!

Aside from the yuri vs yuri dilemma drama, there's the "loid THE TWILIGHT wavers and hesitates pulling the trigger at yuri" plot/dish on our plate too! One thing I really popped in to say cuz I have not seen ANYONE, even ONE single person saying is this: "twilight/loid hesitated pulling the trigger at yuri cuz yuri is yor's beloved and treasured little brother, her only family and hurting yuri would directly hurt yor and even more if yuri being an sss agent got revealed to her incidentally so loid didn't want to shoot cuz of those feelings, his feelings" Is true indeed and i think so too and agree but what I want to 'add' to this is that "even if loid/twilight would not admit or accept that he cares about yuri because he thinks he doesn't, the fact that he does would not change." Loid is a very kind human (despite being a spy) and he's spent plenty of time with yuri now, he understands how both of them are similar in that they work to protect the people and country/countries they care about, work harsh jobs with their life on the line, lost parents and most importantly HAVE TO LIE ABOUT THEIR TRUE SELVES CONSTANTLY to everyone, EVEN TO THEIR FAMILY/PRETEND FAMILY for their covers and missions. That understanding and the fact that yuri comes over to the forger house often add up and form a 'bond' betwee- "bworf!!! Umm not you bond DHDDD" ahem... Between them. Even if it's a small bond, it's still there. Loid can't just shoot someone he cares about, if even a little. Plus the fact that he KNOWS how it feels to lose a family/family member you really care about FIRST HAND /redacted's past arc/ so all of that adds up to the 'hesitation' we saw in loid!

If I add another 'plus', that'd be. . . .

THIS. Living with his beloved and precious fake/pretend family for the mission has softened him, his inner feelings and his true identity seep amidst his pretension of loid forger, he's become soft, he was already caring about people in general but now he's even more... Himself

That's all I'll say for now!

This arc and plot incoming will be very hot, thrilling and angsty and have me on the edge of my seat! Let's survive this super looooong 2week wait together and have fun! ('fun', I say as I sobTvT)

P. S. I made this post in a rush so i apologise for any typing errors!!

CIAO!!

Stay connected!✍🏻 Peace!!🤞🏻 Uchuuu~✨✨✨

[theoddshq]

NERO COMMONHART (barry keoghan fc) the odds are in your favor! Please report to your nearest Capitol Agent to be prepped for the 74th Annual Hunger Games!

ooc

Alias/Age/Pronouns/Timezone: nikki/26/she/her/central

Triggers: [REDACTED]

If you had to describe your muse as a canon Hunger Games character, or mix, who would you compare them to and why? He’s like… Katniss mixed with Johanna? But like a weird little freak version? 

Anything else? I hope I get accepted!!!

basics

[BARRY KEOGHAN, CIS MAN, HE/HIM] The 74th Annual Hunger Games are upon us and here comes NERO COMMONHART, a DISTRICT 12 TRIBUTE. Word around The Capitol is that they’re OBSERVANT and HARD-WORKING but can also be VENGEFUL and UNCARING. According to sources, they’re 24 and were once described as the runt of the family, a constant reminder of pain, taking hits to feel something, dry humor, and dreams deferred. What a character! As we always say, may the odds be ever in their favor!

biography

If he’d been born anywhere else, Nero’s life could’ve been completely different. Maybe he wouldn’t be here, at twenty-four, standing in front of his entire district with a black eye and permanent layer of soot under his nails, feeling certain this was the last time he’d hug his mother. She’d looked at him the same way since he was born– any maternal affection strained under a sheen of guilt, a twinge of grief that over the years wrinkled into the stubbornness of a hard-set jaw. This was the kind of face, Nero supposed, one could only find in the working districts, like 11 and 12. 

Sibylle and Evers Blackstone were like every other couple in District 12. They grew up together and had a brief courtship before they married; She was 16, he 17. At 18, Evers started working in the mines and newly-pregnant Sibylle gathered herbs and tended to her garden, creating a small harvest to sell and supplement their income. She gave birth to Mars in the summer, and he grew up to be the Blackstone family jewel, boisterous and strapping and admired. Diana came three years later and became Mother’s shadow, content to learn the soft parts of the earth. Life wasn’t perfect in District 12, but huddling together around the creaky kitchen table each night felt like enough.

When the warmth of family wasn’t enough to stave off the bitterness of a harsh existence and the daunting feeling that each of them were disposable in the long run… well, everyone had their ways of coping. Diana, the strongest in spirit of them all, favored wasting hours in midday with the schoolchildren, pretending for a while that she was one of them instead of a girl in the Seam, born to work. Mars quenched his need for adventure, for wide open spaces and possibility, in clandestine trips outside of the fence. The children knew better than to question Father on those days he came home reeking of the mines and a little something else, they knew not to ask about the way his big feet, once-graceful, tripped over the house’s uneven wooden slats. Sibylle, though, was an enigma. She would disappear for hours at a time once or twice a month, and aside from these vanishing acts, seemed perfectly content with her life.

They would later learn that Sibylle was making trips to see an old friend in town, Rian Commonhart. When Sibylle’s third child came out bearing Rian’s nose, it was impossible to deny the nature of their relationship. Hurt and embarrassed, Evers avoided his wife, electing to spend each evening at the tavern rather than watch her nurse another man’s son. Rumors say that this transgression ultimately led to Evers’ death six months later in a mining accident, people wondering if, perhaps, he wasn’t trying to escape something. Mars certainly agreed that it was Nero’s fault, and Diana was too shattered to make sense of it at all.

Nero grew up in this haze, with an inherent understanding that his very existence was a problem. He took his first steps while Mother watched lifelessly on from the table. Any attempt to engage with Mars and Diana were futile, so he was, in essence, an only child. He found solace in solitude and shadow, moving in silence and pilfering whatever he could get his hands on– books, tools, traps set in the woods. Nero took all of these things back to an abandoned mine shaft, the only place that felt like home. For the couple of years Nero had in school– age five to eleven– he stuck out like a sore thumb. He was hyperactive and talked to himself some, but was undeniably quick-witted. At his core, Nero knew he was smart, that maybe if he’d been born somewhere else he’d be an inventor or a writer.

But, he was wasted on 12, destined to be the recipient of his peers’ relentless need to ostracize and his brother’s neverending anger. Nero was smaller than the others his age, too, and certainly dwarfed in comparison to his step-brother, who not only had nine years on him but nearly a foot. Their fighting stayed verbal for a long time– anything from petty squabbles about who left the clothes on the line during the rain and blow-up fights about whether Nero should live with them or with his father, who hadn’t said more than ten words to him in ten years. 

Everything changed when Nero became a man. It felt like Mars had been saving up rage, tucking it away piece by piece and biding his time. Their first physical fight was the night of Nero’s thirteenth birthday. Out of her kindness, Diana had traded to get him a gift. A small, brass canary pin– a small token, but a sign that maybe he belonged here after all. When Mars learned that she’d entered her name in the reaping for this trinket, he was overcome with anger, sure that Nero had put her up to it, that Nero was conspiring to destroy the entire family from within. Mars quickly overpowered Nero, wailing on his face and his ribs and pinning him to the very same floorboards Mars’ father used to stumble across.

But every time, Nero got up, which only enraged Mars more. Nero learned that day that even if he wasn’t the strongest or the most skilled fighter, he could take a hit and get back up. The adrenaline rush was better than anything he’d felt– better than the whiskey he’d lifted from The Hob or the full, lazy feeling after an especially filling meal. He couldn’t get enough, and by the time he was fifteen, Nero had gone from using the old mine shaft for a hideout to hosting fights. There was no shortage of angry young men in 12, and it was an easy way to make a bit of income. Nero was never the best fighter, but his resilience became well-known among the regular crowd. Most saw the clandestine meetings as irresponsible at best and perverted at worst, and concerned parents and community members attempted to run Nero out of town on a handful of occasions– once because a fighter had lost hearing after being boxed repeatedly in an ear, another time because a particularly disgruntled fighter who remains unnamed traded his fists for a machete. 

It was the only place he belonged, and even there, it was predicated on not belonging– on the animalistic need to commit acts of raw violence or the twisted rush that came after a brush with death. They weren’t friends, any of them, more just strangers who shared a secret– but it was its own sort of release. Like everyone else, Nero began working in the mines at eighteen. With his first payment, Nero moved out of his mother’s house– far away from his brother, to a modest residence on the edge of town. His life of solitude wasn’t a good one, but it was his. At least, until his name was drawn out of a bowl at the front of town. 

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stats

Deceive - 3Fight - 2Lore (knowledge) - 1Notice - 3Physique - 2Provoke - 3Rapport - 1Resourcefulness - 1Stealth - 1Will - 2

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PINCHREST | SPOTIFY

[peonac]

I’m so glad to have a friend who enjoys One Piece! How did you get into it? Do you have a favourite character? One you can’t stand? A favourite arc? Any fic recs?

I WAS FUCKING WAITING MY WHOLE LIFE FOR THIS ASK. NOT EVERYONE KNOWS IT BUT ONE PIECE IS THE SERIES OF MY LIFE. I CAN'T IMAGINE AN EXISTENCE WITHOUT IT!

probably the longest post I have ever made incoming:

I got into it in April 2003 (I was 11 at that time). Watching anime on TV was the only way for me and my brothers, there was no computer and internet around. We were hooked since episode 1 and never missed an episode, we would watch all the re-runs and be hyped about every epic moment and cry our eyes out at every tragedy or happy moment. Laughing our asses off at the jokes (Skypiea and Thriller Bark are imo the funniest!) And since then I'm a huge fan, though there were several years I lost touch. I picked up the series again a few months ago and stopped at the beginning of the Wano arc (due to low energy, yk how it is with taking care of the family etc).

And OMG I have so many faves!!! Nami!!! Her arc inspired me so much I took her name as my nickname. For a lot of rl friends, I'm just Nami, sometimes my teachers were confused and asked me if it's my middle name fklsdhfsjdůlkasd!!! She is so caring! Big sis vibes!

Zoro! He is so cool! Do I need to explain this? (also I find his relationship with women really interesting, the guy is so traumatized! And also he would literally die for you!) Devil Child Nico Robin. She is smart, powerful as hell and MORBID and her sense for cute things is just immaculate. The episode when she got to be part of the Strawhats is still one of my favorites. Maybe I'm mistaken but she is the only one that invited herself and not because Luffy told her so. I... okay, I will stop because otherwise, I will write a whole ass essay about her and why she is THE QUEEN of all queens!

The future king of the pirates Monkey D. Luffy! Period.

Trafalgar [redacted] Law.

*GRABS YOUR CHEEKS*

*PULLS YOU VERY CLOSE, OUR NOSES TOUCH*

You will understand once you watch more.

PERONA. I don't know why but I fell in love with her so hard I want for her to be real so I can propose to her! (but I also ship her with Zoro)

And here is a list of others I like: the whole strawhat crew (Jimbei ofc included), Sir Crocodile, Bartolomeo the Cannibal (I couldn't get enough of him, he is so silly), Donquixote Rosinante, Smoker, Tashigi (I ship her with Zoro too, wtf is with me to ship Zoro with so many characters!), Bon (Mr. 2), Boa Hancock, Bepo. I'm sure there are more, but I will stop here haha. I hate Donquixote Doflamingo, the Cipher Pol agents, Big Mom (she...I... she is a monster, like...wow), Buggy the Clown (imo the most pathetic anime guy in history, but the comedy around him is good), most of the Marines (what a bunch of assholes, really, it's a mirror to our world) and ugh, I'm sure there are more, but I can't remember XD! Fave arcs: Arlong Park, Loguetown, Alabasta Saga, Sky Island Saga, Enies Lobby, Thriller Bark, Summit War Saga And here begins the controversy, ofc I'm not including the Wano arc because I haven't seen it whole yet...But I'm not able to enjoy the after-time-skip arcs. Great animation moments, the story is amazing too, but the pacing is just so bad. So many fillers within the episodes too, Dressrosa was a torture to watch. So if I just judge it by story everything is great! Maybe reading the manga would be the better choice. But I didn't want to miss the great animation.

I haven't read any fics yet but I have a few in my marked for later list:

What I enjoy the most are artists that create nice little stories and AUs! I'm going to make a separate post and tag you, the list is too long!

[mpb-agent08-informativedivision]

Entry [Project MPB-098]

Timestamp: [Redacted]

Access Log:

- User: Agent-08

- Access Level: 4

Secure Data Verification Required:

User: Agent-08

Verification Process Initiated:

User: Agent-08

Biometric Scan: [Accepted]

Retina Pattern: [Verified]

Voice Recognition: [Confirmed]

DNA Sequence: [Matched]

Verification Successful.

Access Granted.

Access Level: 4

Proceed with utmost caution.

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Agent-08, your access to Project MPB-098 has been authorized. Please provide the requested command or query:

[COMMAND/QUERY]

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Command: Accessing Experiment Log - Subject MPB-098

Experiment Log - Subject MPB-098:

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Experiment ID: MPB-098/001

Subject ID: MPB-098

Classification: Level 4 Threat

Research Team: Dr. Reynolds, Dr. Chen| Alpha-Epsilon Research Institute

Experiment Date: [Redacted]

Experiment Details:

Subject MPB-098 was subjected to various tests to evaluate its physical and mental capabilities. The objective was to understand the extent of its endurance and assess its reaction to different stimuli.

Test Results:

1. Endurance Test:

- MPB-098 displayed exceptional endurance, withstanding a continuous barrage of gunfire for an extended period.

- Subject's physical stamina exceeded expectations, showing no signs of fatigue.

2. Weapon Resistance Test:

- MPB-098 exhibited high resistance to conventional weapons, including level 3 firearms.

- Bullets and projectiles had minimal effect on the subject, with no visible injuries observed.

3. Reaction Time Assessment:

- Subject showcased remarkable reflexes, swiftly evading incoming attacks and retaliating with unexpected agility.

- Subject Reflexes posses Higher Average than Peak Human body, MPB-098 even evade many bullets

4. Aggression Analysis:

- MPB-098's aggression levels increased when exposed to a specific device located at the back of its head, which appears to be remnants of heavy weapon projectiles.

- Further investigation is required to determine the exact purpose and origin of this device.

5. Speed Assessment:

-MPB-098 demonstrated remarkable speed, able to rapidly close the distance between itself and targets during pursuit.

-The subject exhibited swift movement, keeping up with and even surpassing the highest speeds achieved by vehicles.

Conclusion:

Subject MPB-098 possesses extraordinary physical attributes, including heightened endurance, weapon resistance, and exceptional reflexes. The presence of the device attached to its head suggests external manipulation or augmentation. Further analysis and investigation are necessary to understand the full extent of MPB-098's capabilities and its connection to external entities.

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Experiment Log - Subject MPB-098 provides detailed information regarding the experiments conducted on the mutant entity. Please note that this information is highly confidential and should be handled with utmost care.

[the-roanoke-society]

concept: harry and merlin are visiting for an extended holiday. there passes a tuesday when they realize that they hadn’t seen succubus or seraphim since the evening before, and they’re prepared to brush it off until they’re called into lilith’s office.

“wait there, please. i’ll be with you shortly.”

merlin shuddered at the sensation of her voice being so near his ear when she was nowhere in sight, adjacent to the tune of her office door clicking shut behind them. “glad we have a more tangible communication system. y’ think we should be worried?”

harry made a beeline for the bookshelves on the far wall. he was fascinated by these titles, how ancient they looked. merlin, of course, stayed a respectful distance away. harry spoke over his shoulder, “lilith’s tone wasn’t nervous. i’m sure everything is fine--” and he turned, his mouth open to continue, but was interrupted by lilith strolling in, with two training agents in tow.

merlin recognized simon immediately from photos seraphim had sent him--they hadn’t been properly introduced just yet. and the other one--lydia, he remembered, the budding necromancer training under succubus with one of the strongest northern accents he’d heard in his life.

seraphim hadn’t exactly been overly enthusiastic at the idea of being a mentor, but merlin suspected that had less to do with the simon-shaped responsibility and more to do with what john had left in his wake.

harry smiled, “i see we have company.” and softer, he asked: “where did you two come from?”

both of them were holding rabbits. lydia’s was sleek, black, with lop ears. the fur looked like smoke and velvet at once. the one simon had gently held against his chest was cream-colored, with a nose that seemed to vibrate from near-constant twitching.

but that wasn’t the only thing lydia and simon had in common.

they both looked pale and terrified. harry was taken a bit aback when he saw tears gathering in the corners of lydia’s eyes. and lilith, lilith just beamed. but it was an--odd smile. harry couldn’t quite decipher her expression. “... yes. about that.” she had one hand on each of the trainee’s shoulders.

merlin frowned. he felt fear scrape its fingernail up the back of his neck. “... lilith?”

“well, simon, would y--no,” they’d both tried to pivot and leave but lilith’s grip didn’t break and she forcefully turned them. “simon.” the way she said his name ripped all other choice but obedience away from him, but then she sighed, and it was almost like she was swallowing a laugh. “simon. ... lydia. do you know who these men are?”

“yes ma’am.” simon answered, polite, soft. lydia just nodded and swallowed.

“then you should know that you don’t need to be so frightened.” lilith’s voice gentled. she pointedly met merlin’s eyes, then harry’s. “simon, would you like to explain to the quartermaster what happened?”

simon looked at lilith once, his face pleading, but she just lifted her brows. no mercy to be found.

so.

he took a deep breath, his eyes flickering to the ground as he took one step towards merlin.

“morgan and rae were havin’ us practice mirrortalk.” he began, looking up. he watched their faces before he explain, “it’s uh, kinda like writin’ backwards on purpose. we were practicin’ simple runes, and being able to essentially write them in reverse. it’s a useful thing to know when you gotta work, but you really, really need to hide what you’re doing.” the rabbit stretched up and brushed its nose against his chin. “anyway, what h--”

“it my fault!” lydia burst out, taking a brisk step to simon’s side. “it--it was my fault.” she brushed at her eyes. “i got--i got a part backwards, and then there was this weird crackling noise almost--almost like it was tin foil--”

simon reached out, putting a hand on her bicep. “no, it was my fault. you asked me if it looked right, and i kinda didn’t really look at it--”

“i still should have been more careful.”

“no, no, i should ha--”

“but simon it’s not--”

“enough.” lilith interrupted, but her tone was less stern than it was touched. “you are both still students. and merlin, he’s over training for all of the kingsman candidates, do you think he’s never seen someone make a mistake?“ merlin broke into an easy smile as she spoke, and looked at him. she continued, “one that we can in fact fix, i will add, vida and caroline are already researching the solution. i’m sure they’ll find it soon.” she brushed a hand over lydia’s hair. “dry your eyes. apologize.”

a chorus of “we’re sorry”s and “we are so sorry”s came out in a waterfall. harry chuffed once, grinning.

“it’s--it’s quite alright. but, if i may ask--i don’t understand, what exactly does this have to do with rae and morgan?”

a hush.

simon and lydia locked eyes, then took deep breaths... just before sort of pushing the rabbits into their arms.

harry looked at merlin, who just stared back at harry, brows furrowed. a beat passed before merlin carefully shifted the rabbit upwards into his hands. “... morgan?”

her ears perked, and he felt a tiny boop on his nose. the slight tickle of whiskers.

that was when harry craned his neck, trying to see down at the dark bundle now flattening herself happily against his tie. “... ah. i see.”

they were too busy inspecting their partners to see simon and lydia visibly cringe at the sounds that were floating into the office at increasing then decreasing volume.

“louise! ... louise! ... louise, goddamnit get your cottonball butt back here--!”

[pasitheapowder]

New episode incoming and it is certified fresh and juicy! Patrons at midnight tonight (10/11), the world at midnight tomorrow (10/12)! 

Image ID: Two text bubbles from the same person. The first one begins, “oh also this is what' I've got for these: **Content warnings:,” and then the rest is redacted with a black bar. The second bubble reads, “You can always tell when Agent Blanc is in an episode...”

[redsn0w]

TRANSCRIPT_772_SEQUENCE01

BEGIN_PLAYBACK_SEQUENCE: 0:01

A. “You’re out of line, Headmistress.”

Y. “I am giving us the advantage we need against cultist nutjobs looking to wipe us off the face of Faeven, (REDACTED). The Hitokiri will grant us an enormous advantage.

A. “You speak as if you can control that... thing. They are not an Agent, (REDACTED.) They are an Executor, and you know damn well what kind of animals they are!

Y. “And so what would you have me do? Sign off all my students to march to their deaths? No. They will train my students to become stronger. Faster. They will survive the incoming storm.”

A. (DEEP SIGH.) “I’ve always trusted your judgement, Headmistress. It’s just... I don’t know if I can. Not yet.”

Y. I am not asking for your acceptance, (REDACTED). As far as I’m concerned, I could give less of a shit of who accepts me or not. Not anymore.

[mythae]

alrighty... i will be adding and altering the list as more of their canonical names are revealed alongside the data brought forth by the incoming hacker agent. i will also include details on if other in the protocol know their name and or have nicknames they might use, etc.

chamber  /  vincent fabron  ;  this is still somewhat likely to be an alias in my opinion, so it may change by my headcanons in the future.

neon  /  tala nicole dimaapi valdez  ;  goes by tal and or nic generally, more feminine nicknames are reserved for like kj, lmao.

cypher  /  amir el amari  ;  very few know his true name.

skye  /  kirra foster  ;  she is careful with her name, but a couple member of the protocol know it.

killjoy  /  klara böhringer  ;  likely only the higher ups know her name, give or take a few she is close to like neon.

sage  /  ling ying wei  ;  i did like what i had headcanoned, but i'm going to go with true canon for her name. 

the majority of these will be strict to actual canon names and or speculative names. also? i may make my own name for some due to their name being redacted still [like omen].

[kate837]

I Love You

I completely recommend watching 2x14 Borrow or Rob, and the beginning of 2x15 Draw O Cesar Erase a Coward, before reading this fic. While this fic is AU it does have many similarities and minor details that it couldn't hurt to watch the episode first! Anyways enjoy!!!!!

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Kurt had a day.

Not bad. Definitely not good. Just... A day.

A day he'll never forget actually. It was so full of ups and downs. From Shepherd plunging a knife into Sean's heart, to joking with Jane about whether or not he could handle Rich Dotcom. From shooting Rich to... Jane's date. That hurt. When Shepherd shoved a knife through Sean Clarke, Kurt's adrenaline spiked, he felt so alert for so long, he thought he would throw up. He got the same feeling from Jane. Except it was everytime she moved, spoke, brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, etc. Her admission of her date was too much. Kurt went straight home, got a damp rag, and laid down. Staring at the ceiling.

Though he did have to say, it still wasn't the worst part of his day. He felt bad. Witnessing first degree murder should automatically be the worst part of your day.

But when it comes to Rich.....

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Kurt and Rich were sneaking through the secret underground tunnels of Jamison College, in order to get into the Deadalus gathering.

"This is interesting." Rich says, while coming to a stop.

"What?" Kurt replies shortly.

"Well this is the door, but the handle's different."

"Different how, Rich?!"

"Wel- well it's not there anymore?? Probably on account of all the hookers I snuck in it." Rich gestures to the handless door.

"Ok, so what's behind this door?" Kurt inquires, looking around.

"The closet. What are yo-"

"Stand back."

Kurt, with a running start, kicks the door in to find himself deep within the walls of a massive walk in closet.

"Aaaaa just how I remember it."

"SHHHHH!" Kurt puts his ear to the door, the one still on it's hinges, just in time to hear the gasps of attending guests and a soft female voice hushedly asking someone to notify security of the discrepancy.

"Shit."

"What?" Rich asks, genuinely confused.

"The guests are getting security to come check out 'the noise in the closet'."

"Oh. What are we gonna do Stubbles? I'm a sly guy but how do we explain that?"

"Oh God, why do you hate me?" Kurt says looking towards the ceiling.

"What? You're acting strange Stubbles, like weirder than normal. I mea-"

Rich was cut off by Kurt's large hands cupping both sides of his face, to kiss him. Without separating he backs Rich against a near wall, mimicking the earlier noise. Rich squirmed at first but expectedly went along with the unexpected.

"Come on Stubbles, you can at least use some tongue!"

"Shut. Up." Kurt snarls. "Actually. . . I need you to make some. . . noises." Kurt says while blushing furiously.

"Security is on their way." Tasha notifies through comms.

"Yeah you guys better get out of there." Reade warns.

"And say what? Oh hey haven't seen you in a while, please excuse my entering through a closet?!" Rich whisper-yells.

"Everyone shut up!" Kurt also whisper yells. "Now Rich I need you to moan a lot. Loudly."

"You could always make me Stubbles!"

"Rich!"

"Kurt what the hell are you doing?" Reade asks, growing increasingly concerned about his teammate's mental health.

"Rich just do it!"

"OOOOH! STUBBLES, YES!" Rich practically screams.

The party guests turn a side eye. But the security, like Kurt hoped, were turning away, figuring that the noise came from two enthusiastic partygoers. Or if the other patrons were anything like Rich maybe more.

Of course Weller didn't know that yet.

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"Ohhh. Now i get it, I can't believe this is working." Reade says, half laughing at the ridiculous noises coming out of his earpiece. "Hey Kurt it's work-"

"Will you shut up?!" Tasha butts in.

"What are you tal-"

"He doesn't know that they stood down yet." Tasha says wriggling her eyebrows. "Hey Kurt most of the security guards stood down but you still have a couple incoming. . . You might need to amp it up a bit!"

Her and Reade try and fail to stifle their laughter after Rich let's out a completely overexaggerated 'UNGH'!

"Come on Stubbles, they're not buying it, you're gonna have to join me if you wanna get out of here."

"Why me? God why me?" Kurt says again looking up.

Kurt let's out a loud and breathless 'Oh God' that completely undoes all of Tasha and Reade's composure. They are hysterical by now. They completely lost it when Rich and Kurt started harmonizing!

"Stop! Stop!" Tasha said. "I can't take it anymore." She pulls herself up from the floor of the van, where she fell from laughing so hard.

"Yeah guys, the security's gone. They're long gone." Reade adds, clutching his stomach.

"Yeah Rich so goo- wait what?!"

"Yeah you're clear." Tasha clarifies.

"You could have compromised this entire op!" Kurt says furiously.

"We all know that's not why you're mad Stubbles. And as the bible states-"

"I swear to God Rich, if you say another word I will shoot you."

"Another word."

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Kurt flushed red just thinking about it. What was he going to put in his field report?!

He turned to lay on his side to take in the fresh scenery of the wall instead of the ceiling. After laying there for about two minutes, he finally got up to fix himself dinner.

While gathering ingredients, Kurt's mind inevitably wandered back to Jane's date. Everything about it tore at him. What she'd be wearing, what she'd eat, would she cover her tattoos, would she wear makeup. . . . . . . .

His thoughts were interrupted by a phone call.

It was Jane.

A million questions ran through his head. Why is she calling him? Shouldn't she still be out on her date?

He lunged for the phone but then. . . He stilled. Didn't move a muscle. He picked up his phone, turned it over, and resumed gathering ingredients.

Once the phone eventually stopped buzzing, Kurt's inner turmoil came to play.

'Why didn't you answer?! Jane could be in trouble!'

'Be rational Kurt. She's on a date, probably just calling to let you know that she'll complete her paperwork tomorrow, since she's busy.'

'Look, everyone knows you're in love with her, but you can't act like some overprotective boyfriend whenever she's around.'

Kurt shakes his head. He wasn't in love with Jane Doe. Was he?

'Of course you are! That's why you lunged for the phone as soon as you saw her name, but put it down when you realized she was still on a date.'

'No. If I was in love with her, I would have immediately answered.'

'No. You love her so much that you realized that if she's having fun, even with another man, you wouldn't want to ruin that. That's love.'

'What am I supposed to do? I can't love her from afar.'

'This may be selfish but what if I proposed the idea that Oliver is Sandstorm?'

'It could work. But why not just tell her how you feel?'

"Because I'm just not ready yet." Kurt voiced sadly.

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First thing the next morning, Kurt was walking up and down the hallways, over and over again. In order to 'accidentally' bump into Jane on her way to Patterson's lab.

After three consecutive minutes, Jane appeared. She was wearing this loose, pastel green shirt, that roughly covered all of her upper body tattoos as well as bringing out her eyes. She paired it with tight blue jeans, which she almost never wears, and a few silver rings on her right hand.

"Wow." Kurt whispered. What looked like any other outfit, looked stunning on her. He almost forgot to 'bump' into her.

"Jane!"

"Oh, hey!"

"You get Patterson's text yet?"

"Yeah, heading there now."

They walk in silence for a few heartbeats, until they turn into a secluded hallway.

"Jane wait." Kurt says while gently grabbing Jane's arm.

"Kurt, what is it?"

"After you told me last night, about your date. I started thinking. . ."

Jane subconsciously starts to hold her breath. Her expression wreaks of hope.

"Hey! Glad I found you two, Patterson's got something." Tasha pops in.

"Yeah." Kurt says releasing Jane.

Saved by the bell.

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The debrief, while no longer than usual, felt unbearably long. The charged energy from Kurt and Jane's previous conversation still radiated off of them.

While any hope of continuing it was completely shut down by the tattoo clues pointing to three different entities, causing the team to split up completely. Kurt with Roman, Jane with Tasha, and Patterson with Reade.

This was going to be a longgg day.

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The team finally reconvened at about 5pm. They had just finished the field reports. All three of them. It was exhausting.

Fortunately for Kurt his adrenaline spiked right back up about an hour later when Tasha, so graciously, reminded the group that they never filled out the field report for their Deadalus mission. Which caused Reade and Patterson to burst out into a fit of giggles.

"What's so funny?" Jane asked, looking to Kurt, smiling.

Kurt goes wide-eyed. She doesn't know.

This was going to be a long night.

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The team had just finished catching Jane up while writing the 'going to be extremely redacted' field report.

"Wait I'm still confused. If you just wanted Rich to moan, why did you kiss him?"

All eyes look to Kurt.

"We- well I was under the impression that security was going to be charging through the door at any second." He says glaring at the pair of agents who were strategically avoiding his gaze. "And when they did, if they saw us. . . you know-"

"We don't know, Weller!" Patterson howled.

Kurt glared.

"Yeah I kind of want to know how far you were willing to take it Assistant Director!" Reade joined in.

"We're done here." Kurt said as he walked out.

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Jane had just walked out of the locker room to be met head on with Kurt.

"Kurt, hey!" Jane says, surprised.

"Hey."

"Umm. . . I actually wanted to talk to you."

Kurt raises his eyebrows in obvious confusion, cueing Jane to continue.

"When we were. . . Uh you know- outside of P- Patterson's lab. You didn't finish." Jane stumbles through her words as a new wave of nervousness hits her with full force.

"Oh that." Kurt says, grabbing Jane's arm, mirroring his earlier gesture and leading her away from the locker room door.

"Jane, I was up all night and I couldn't stop thinking about it. We need to be careful. Sandstorm feels like it's everywhere."

"You think Oliver is Sandstorm?"

"Yes. . . No." Kurt shakes his head.

"Kurt you're not making any sense." Jane says studying him.

"I know. I know. I just- no I don't think he's Sandstorm."

"Then why did you-"

"I've been trying to come up with reasons of why you shouldn't date him for the better part of 13 hours."

"Kurt wha-"

"And I got nothing, because the only reason is that I love you."

Jane goes wide-eyed. It was as if all the air was sucked out of her.

"I love you Jane."

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[cali-holland]

Golden Bullets, Ch. 3: All The Time in the World

Harrison Osterfield X Reader, James Bond!AU

Harrison Osterfield, Agent 007, was once the best MI6 agent around with the astounding reputation as a womanizer. Between illegal gold smuggling and black market trading of weapons, he finds himself deeper in his latest mission than intended, weaving himself into a web of the criminal organization, S.P.E.C.T.R.E.. At the center of it all is the one woman who’s never fallen for his charms- you, Agent 006, the best MI6 agent, the new assistant director of the program, and his new partner.

Word Count: 3000

Gif is not mine

Golden Bullets Masterlist

Masterlist   Harrison Osterfield Masterlist

Let me know if you want to be added to the series tag list

Warnings: violence (using toiletries as weapons bc why not), death, swearing, involuntary drug usage, drinking, vomiting (self-inflicted)

Featured Song: We Have All the Time in the World by Louis Armstrong from On Her Majesty’s Secret Service (1969)

 ~ “We have all the time in the world, time enough for life to unfold all the precious things love has in store”

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���That can’t be her real name.”

“Tom, I’m being serious.” Harrison said, but even he couldn’t disguise the amused grin on his face when describing the intoxicatingly beautiful woman that was Pussy Galore to the quartermaster.

“Sounds like a horny teenage boy named her, right?” You joked, sitting beside Harrison on the hotel room couch. The laptop was propped up on the coffee table so that you and Harrison could both video chat with Tom, discussing the previous night.

“Is that your bullet wound?” He asked as he stepped closer to the camera, as if that’d help him see your bandaged arm better. Following last night’s events, it was difficult for you to really move your arm fluidly, so you had opted to wear a tank top on your day “off”. You leaned in, carefully taking off the bandage to show the damaged skin and stitches.

“Hurts like a bitch, but I’ll live.” You told him.

“Nice stitch work, 007. Practicing needlework in your spare time?” The quartermaster teased.

“Shove off.” Harrison rolled his eyes at his friend’s comment while you laughed, fixing the bandage, “Did you finish getting the specs on the flash drive?”

“I’m trying, but there seems to be an issue.” Tom stated, his eyes trailing over another computer screen. You looked down at the golden flash drive currently connected to the laptop. Sciarra was dead and all you had from last night was that one flash drive, you and Harrison both needed it to lead back to Goldfinger.

“You’re the greatest hacker of the century. What could possibly prevent you from getting past this flash drive’s security?” You asked.

“Thank you for the compliment, love, but I can’t hack it from here. It appears the security system on this drive is a replica of one I made, which should mean I can get into it from here, but it seems like I made it too sophisticated.” He paused, with a sigh, “I have a hunch about who could be behind this kind of security system.”

You looked between him and Harrison, both agents seemingly to wordlessly agree on who could be behind the drive. Knowing you’d want an answer, Harrison spoke up, “It’s Raoul Silva.”

“You mean the former agent turned cyberterrorist? I thought you killed him last year.” You said, and he gave you an odd look, “What? I told you I read your file, Osterfield.”

“I’m flattered you remember my cases.” He smirked, before Tom cleared his throat on the screen.

“As I was saying, I need to physically have the drive attached to my computer to get through its security and hopefully track Goldfinger. Silva was connected to numerous weapons dealers, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he helped Goldfinger set up security before he died.”

“So you can’t hack this?”

Tom looked at Harrison with furrowed eyebrows, questioning his friend. “Can’t hack this? Did you not listen to anything I just said? What exactly do you think my expertise is?”

“Sitting behind a computer screen.” He joked.

“Well, I'll hazard I can do more damage on my laptop sitting in my pajamas before my first cup of Earl Grey than you can do in a year in the field.” Tom said, and you laughed, nodding, fully aware of his skills, “Either way, I’ll meet you two in Montenegro to finish on the flash drive.”

“Montenegro?” You and Harrison both questioned.

“Right.” He laughed a little, realizing you two didn’t know about your next step of the mission, “M will call you two later tonight. I don’t know all the details, but I know you two are going to Montenegro, so I assume I’ll be meeting you there.”

“I’ve always wanted to go to Montenegro.” Harrison smiled fondly.

“I’ll let you two go. M should be calling soon.” Tom said before ending the call. You let out a small sigh, leaning back on the couch comfortably.

“Have you ever been to Montenegro?”

“Once, but not on a mission.” You replied, not really wanting to discuss your past trip. Unfortunately for you, your partner was observant and caught onto that- and he was also a bit of an asshole, so he pressed the topic.

“You know, I tried reading the Montenegro part of your file, but almost everything was redacted because the clearance of that file is only you and M.” He stated, watching you carefully as you shifted uncomfortably, tightening your jaw.

“What about it?”

“Who did you kill in Montenegro that is so private only you and M can know?” He questioned, and you glared over at him.

Before you could reply, the laptop began to ring, signaling an incoming call from M. You sat up on the couch, answering it.

“Agent 006, 007.” She greeted with the normal stern look on her face.

“M.” You and Harrison both nodded in reply to her.

“Q tells me you two found a flash drive, one suspected to be linked to Goldfinger.” She started, “And that Sciarra is dead.”

“The sniper got to him before we could get him in the DB10.” Harrison explained, and you swallowed a lump in your throat as M’s cold eyes trailed over the bandage on your arm.

“I also heard the sniper shot 006.” She said, “Tomorrow, you two will leave for Montenegro. Agent 009 has been tracking a private banker who funds terrorists, Le Chiffre. Le Chiffre seems to be Goldfinger’s competition at the moment. 009 reported multiple murders of Le Chiffre’s men with golden bullets through their skulls, all of which are sniper shots.”

“Forgive me, M, but if Agent 009 is on the case, then why are we going after Le Chiffre as well?” Harrison asked, voicing the question that was also floating around in your head. Why would MI6 need three agents on a private banker case?

“Because last we heard from 009 himself, he was being followed by Le Chiffre, and last night, local police found him tortured to death. His balls were so beaten, they could barely identify him as a man anymore- one of Le Chiffre’s signature torture methods.” At her words, Harrison squirmed uncomfortably beside you, subconsciously resting a hand over his crotch protectively. “Since Sciarra is a dead end until Q cracks that flash drive, Le Chiffre is our next best lead to Goldfinger.” 

“When do we leave tomorrow?” You spoke up.

“I am working with the Monaco police right now to acquire a private jet for the two of you. I will let you know in the morning. And, remember, this mission is not a personal one.” With that, she hung up the call and you shut off the laptop, getting up from the couch.

“What happened in Montenegro?” Harrison asked you, standing up from his spot on the couch. You didn’t reply as you pulled on a sweatshirt to hide your bandage. Wordlessly, you grabbed the ice bucket and left the hotel room.

You didn’t really need ice, but it wouldn’t hurt to ice your arm or tense muscles- besides, you needed to be away from your partner for a few minutes. Harrison was definitely getting more bearable, but you didn’t exactly want to tell him about Montenegro, not yet. When you came back from getting the bucket of ice, you saw a hotel room service busboy, standing outside of your door. Just before he knocked, you spoke up, “Is that for room 1964?”

“Yes.” The busboy replied almost nervously, holding up a bucket of champagne out to you.

“Thank you.” You smiled as you took the bucket from him, balancing it with your own ice bucket. He nodded, before disappearing down the hall. You laughed to yourself as you looked at the expensive bottle of champagne; leave it to Harrison to want to drink before leaving Monaco. Unlocking the hotel room door, you pushed it open, and Harrison looked up from his phone as he laid down on his bed.

“Champagne?” You offered, setting down the buckets on the coffee table.

“Why not celebrate Monaco?” He laughed. Both of you sat down on the couch, and he effortlessly popped open the champagne bottle. You held up two empty flute glasses for him to pour the champagne into.

“To Monaco.”

“To Monaco.” You clicked your glass against Harrison’s before both of you took sips of the smooth liquid.

“Does this taste odd to you?” Harrison asked, licking his lips from the very small amount of champagne that had actually made it in his mouth before he spit it back in.

“I’m not the person to ask. It’s been a while since I had nice champagne like this.” You laughed, taking another sip of the golden drink.

“It’s probably just too fancy for my tastebuds.” He chuckled, eyeing the glass.

“With all the martinis you drink, your tastebuds must be dead.” You teased, already starting to feel cloudy from the alcohol. You wondered how high the proof was, but that thought was gone as quickly as it came. “You drown yourself in martinis- shaken, not stirred.”

“Martinis are superior. You’d know that if you’d drown yourself in anything.” He quipped back.

“It’d take a while for me to drown in anything- I can hold my breath for six minutes.” You replied confidently, sipping some more of the champagne.

“I can only hold my breath for two. That’s impressive.” His eyes widened in surprise at the little fun fact.

“Most people can only hold them for two, but I was a swimmer growing up and I practiced holding my breath for long periods of time. I’ve got the best lungs on MI6.”

“And the best shot, too, the way I hear it.” Harrison laughed a little, before leaning in closer to you on the couch. Your face was close enough to his that you could feel his breath, and you felt yourself starting to, ironically, drown in his ocean blue eyes. With his voice low and just above a whisper, he asked, “How does someone get the reputation of a maneater?”

“How does someone get the reputation of a womanizer?” You replied, just as quietly. Pulling away from him, you took another long sip of your champagne, the once full glass now empty. The room fell silent before you solemnly spoke up, “I killed him.”

“Who?”

“My weakness.” You rolled up your tank top just enough to show the bullet wound scar on your hip. “I was in Montenegro on vacation with my last boyfriend. I spotted Le Chiffre at a casino, and I called M for permission to strike. When I returned to the hotel room, my boyfriend was there with Le Chiffre- he’d been working for him the whole time. I took a shot at him, but I missed, and he shot me. Then, I shot him again, but that time, I didn’t miss. The only reason Le Chiffre didn’t kill me was Agent 009. Le Chiffre ran, and 009 saved me.”

“So, Montenegro is-”

“Where I became the maneater.” You said. Harrison reached a hand out to touch the scar, but you slapped his hand away, fixing your shirt.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He replied, his voice filled with pity. You could tell he wasn’t just apologizing for overstepping and trying to touch the scar- no, he was apologizing for ever thinking less of you based on your reputation and he pitied you for your story, for all you had to go through to get that name. It was then that you realized he hadn’t really had much to drink of the champagne.

“Why’d you order this if you weren’t going to drink it?” You asked, and Harrison furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“What are you talking about?”

“The champagne. You ordered it when I got ice?”

“I didn’t order this.” The room fell silent, save for the clattering of your champagne flute against the floor from you dropping it. 

“Neither of us ordered this?” You questioned, and he shook his head. Immediately, you got up and stumbled to the bathroom, only making Harrison more confused.

“What are you doing?” Harrison followed after you.

“I’m puking because I was just fucking drugged. No wonder I’m so goddamn talkative right now.” You stated, sitting down in front of the toilet. You looked over at him in the hallway, “Are you going to call Q and have him analyze the champagne or are you going to watch me vomit up whatever drug is in my body? You had less than me, so figure out what happened.”

“How the fuck did someone drug us?” He grumbled, closing the door and rushing back into the room. He pulled up the laptop and called the quartermaster.

“I was just about to call you.” Tom said with a laugh, but his smile dropped as he saw Harrison pouring some champagne into a testing vial.

“Find out what’s in this. We’ve been drugged.” He explained, placing the vile on one of Q’s special testing trays, equipped for analyzing substances through the computer. The computer couldn’t figure out exactly what the substance was, but Q, being the genius he is, could based on the computer’s analysis.

“How did two of Britain’s top agents get drugged with a bottle of champagne?” Q asked, typing away at his computer. Harrison grimaced, hearing the distinct sounds of you in the other room. “Is- Is Agent 006 vomiting?”

“Yes, she’s trying to clear out her system.”

“Shouldn’t you be doing that too?” He looked at his friend skeptically.

“I didn’t even have a full sip of the champagne and it’s been in my system long enough that it’s already effective. She drank an entire glass flute, so however potent this drug is, she had a lot of it.”

“Well, you two got lucky.” Tom breathed out, reviewing the results. “It was a harmless drug, it’s not poisonous or anything. It’s meant to disorient you, weaken your fighting, and make you more conversational. It’s used for interrogations.”

“So that means-“ Before Harrison could finish his thought process, there was a knock at the hotel room door. He quietly shut off the computer, ending the phone call swiftly, and grabbed the golden flash drive, pocketing the valuable object. Grabbing his gun and yours, he softly moved across the room to conceal himself behind the wall.

“Room service.” A voice behind the door called, and Harrison quietly cocked his gun while pocketing yours.

In less than a moment, the door burst, and he kept himself quiet against the wall, hoping the silence in the bathroom meant you knew what was happening out here. Based on the sound of feet, Harrison calculated there were three men in the room now. One stepped past the wall, gun raised as he surveyed the room. Harrison stepped forward, shooting the man dead immediately.

Meanwhile, your ears perked up as you heard multiple footsteps outside the door. Your head was spinning from the drug concoction and the fact that you forced yourself to throw up. It wasn’t until you heard the first gunshot that you knew it was bad.

“Harrison,” You mumbled, pulling yourself up from the floor. Looking around the bathroom, you cursed at the lack of sharp objects. Grabbing your tweezers from the counter, you supposed they’d have to do. You flung open the bathroom door, jabbing the tweezers into the neck of the man nearest you. You kicked the other man down, pressing onto his neck with your foot.

“You’re okay.” Harrison breathed out, coming to stand beside you after he shot the other man, the one with the tweezers in his neck, again.

“Still light headed.” You replied. The man below you moved and Harrison was quick to point his gun at him threateningly. You stepped back, allowing his steadier foot to replace yours. 

“Who sent you?” He questioned.

“G-Goldfinger.” The man wheezed out.

“And was it Goldfinger who made you drug us? How did you find us?”

The man just laughed in response, and you heard the sounds of the police sirens flooding down the street.

“They heard the shots. We gotta go.” You said, and Harrison nodded. You quickly loaded the bags as your partner kept a watchful eye on the enemy. Knowing there was no way you and Harrison could escape if the police got involved, you two left the other man there, alive but weak.

“Next time, no champagne.” Harrison stated once the two of you were seated in the DB10. You sent a quick message to Moneypenny, who would send the word onto M that you and Harrison were en route in the DB10, no private jet necessary tomorrow. Considering how long the drive was, you knew it’d be enough time for you two to meet with Q in Montenegro and catch Le Chiffre.

“You’re going to drive us to Montenegro in this car, and I’m going to forget I ever told you anything about that god awful place.” You groaned, leaning your head against the window. “What did they drug us with?”

“Q says it’s a harmless interrogation drug.” He replied, flicking his eyes over to you, a new softness to them, “Get some rest, you’ve had a rough go.”

You turned to face ahead, trying to get yourself comfortable, and the car was silent for a moment, the only sound coming from the DB10 moving against the road and the quiet Duran Duran song playing over the speakers. You looked over at Harrison, who had his eyes trained on the road, “Thank you.”

“For what?” He asked, genuinely curious about the sudden appreciation.

“For saving me yesterday and patching me up.” You said softly, studying his face for a moment, before shifting to look ahead once more. “I’d do the same for you.”

“Let’s hope you’ll never have to.”

~~~

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THIMBLE RINALDI (simay barlas fc) the odds are in your favor! Please report to your nearest Capitol Agent to be prepped for the 74th Annual Hunger Games!  

OOC

Alias/Age/Pronouns/Timezone: Lex, 30, She/Her/They, EST

Triggers: [REDACTED]

If you had to describe your muse as a canon Hunger Games character, or mix, who would you compare them to and why? Probably a mix between Effie Trinket who is ebullient and perceived as naive although certainly had moments of terrible understanding and empathy, and Prim in her idealism and desire to fix something with her time alive. Also somewhat Lucy Gray Baird in the culture and attitude, but as perceived by someone who hasn’t read that book or watched that movie yet, but did a deep dive of the wiki for lore. 

Anything else? I just wanted to clarify that the reason I am so interested in the covey lore despite not having interacted with that aspect of the text or film (yet) is because I am personally appalachian rroma and am honestly just loving the representation. So I will do my best to keep in that lore, but if I mess up something big and obvious, it was probably unintentional and please don’t hesitate to correct it. 

BASICS

(SIMAY BARLAS, FEMME-NEUTRAL, SHE/THEY) The 74th Annual Hunger Games are upon us and here comes THIMBLE VIRIDIAN RINALDI, a DISTRICT 8 TRIBUTE. Word around The Capitol is that they’re WHIMSICAL AND ADROIT but can also be ERRANT AND ERRATIC. According to sources, they’re TWENTY-ONE and were once described as the fading warmth at twilight of midsummer concrete beneath lithe bare feet, a whistled melody carried like a bubble by the wind, searching for a star to follow in the light pollution of a city skyline, a story told from memory while a tea candle keeps the nightmares at bay, a needle piercing two sides to pull everything together. What a character! As we always say, may the odds be ever in their favor!

BIOGRAPHY

Before the peacekeepers forcefully made the Covey settle into various districts, they were a nomadic folk. Thimble’s grandparents could still remember the days of travel and music, well, the ones who were still alive and around could. Her mother’s father was among those who resisted, and two uncles, a great aunt, and her mother’s mother were forced to separate to District 4 before the rest were told to settle into Little Cove on the edge of District 8’s large, urban infrastructure. They struggled to make ends meet without traveling to perform at first, and while some continued to sing for money, others began to learn the textile trades of their neighbors. Soon the remaining family mastered their own unique form of carpet weaving in order to have income.

The older generation remained righteous and seething in their anger as they maintained what parts of their culture they could in a city which largely ostracized them while Thimble’s parents simply slipped into their mundane daily work with soulless dedication. It was true they genuinely loved one another and claimed to be content with their simple lives, but there was never passion in their eyes. It was more like resignation to survive. Thimble swore that would never be her. In fact, she didn’t really like weaving carpet despite an instinctual talent on the loom. Instead, she preferred to make her own clothes. At the very least, any and every thing she wore had an embroidered embellishment or stitched needlepoint done by her own hand. 

Thimble both saw the beauty present around her in unconventional ways and wanted to make it all ever the more beautiful. She loved to explore the city. There were factories with loose windows that were easy to climb in and feel all the fabric textures. The dye shops always left their back doors open when it wasn’t raining and during their lunch, Thimble could sneak through to assess all the nuanced hues of possibility. She would dance to the sounds of her kinsfolk music on evenings in Little Cove with thrill and delight. Every ballad they sang became memorized in a treasured stitch on a tapestry of storytelling. Even what was harsh could be rose tinted in her eyes. She would climb to the top of their family’s shared living and stare for hours hoping to catch a twinkle in the night sky beyond the lights that dimmed them, but couldn’t it always finally be the day? 

Eventually, Thimble decided that they simply had to become a stylist. It was a career that would give them everything that they wanted. The freedom to get out of Little Cove and see different skies, a purpose for their deft needlework, an audience who wouldn’t walk all over their art, and a bridge that could express their vision and passion to those who would otherwise ignore them. It just made sense. Thimble’s sister, Clementine Rose, who was far older and somehow content to continue their parent’s work, often warned a young Thimble not to become too hopeful of that daydream. Clem was always very responsible and helpful. She was the eldest by far and tended to behave a bit more maternal over her younger siblings. Unfortunately, she also seemed to believe pessimism was rooted in being more realistic. Meanwhile Thimble’s older brother, Reaper Blue, was much the opposite. He was the middle child; easy-going, relaxed, and enjoyed nothing more than the idea of having a little laugh. He was always telling fantastic stories and making everyone in the room laugh. No one was more inclined to tell Thimble to dream ever bigger, and Thimble would listen to every word.

Ironically, Reaper was likely the one most devastated when Thimble was reaped for the games. Everyone watching in each distinct district heard the pained cry he could not contain when the name was read. Clem bore it in tear-stained silence. Thimble could not even look at their parents’ faces, because at least then they could pretend both continued on in placid ease. They all knew no one would volunteer on Thimble’s behalf, which was fine. They would just have to win. Thimble could win; they were adaptable, clever enough, and charming to a crowd. They could carve a place of belonging even where they could not create cohesion. They were passionate, idealistic, and absolutely brutal. Since they had already spent a lifetime playing against unfair odds, Thimble had developed several creative methods of evening a play field. They only looked at the crowd and the cameras and smiled. 

WRITING SAMPLE

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STATS

Deceive; 2

Fight; 2

Lore (knowledge); 2

Notice; 2

Physique; 1

Provoke; 1

Rapport; 2

Resourcefulness; 3

Stealth; 2

Will; 3

EXTRAS

https://www.pinterest.com/mabwriting13/to-thimble/

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/27mjRxj2xYXZTqQVujIYQJ?si=e3bd538b7b3045a0 

And a few headcanons I decided that did not fit anywhere else:

Despite Thimble’s talent for weaving, embroidery, tailoring, and otherwise altering textiles, they absolutely can not figure out how to knit. Something about that skillset completely evades them. Every time they try, it comes out horribly miscounted and uneven.

She almost always has a few needles and pins on her and will not hesitate to use them to her advantage, especially in situations where she sees the circumstances as unjust or unfair. There have been several occasions where she jabs someone just to look extra innocent when they start after her to manipulate the peacekeepers.

For some reason, the lack of stories that her family shared about their missing members has bolstered within Thimble a great need to be remembered. She wants people to tell her story; good or bad.  

Thimble knows how to whistle very impressively and knows how to play a handful of flutes, but her brother was the one who really fell in love with music. She just wanted a better way to bond with him and found the flute suited her. 

Style is obviously very important to Thimble, but they refuse to cater into already established styles. Popularity is nice, but they’re a trendsetter, not a follower. Their goal had been to create a home for their style amongst the Capitol fashions. Perhaps it still is a goal, although a few notches down in priority now. 

Their parents were the sort that cared about their children, but obviously were so burnt out and depressed that it still felt like they were often at arm’s length. They did a lot of autopilot days, and Thimble spent far more time with their siblings and grandmother.