#yoru the rogue

[thehoardofthegreatdragon]

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The straw shaded them both, and then Shanks leaned in to kiss him, firm as the ocean was vast.

Mihawk let it happen. Mihawk let everything happen. 

A slow eternity later, Shanks pulled back, settling rough straw back across his head. The man didn’t go far— just enough to blind Mihawk with a smile. Warm hands came to Mihawk’s waist, and there they stayed. 

Mihawk let that happen too. 

“Now,” Shanks began, eyes searching, “unless I’ve counted backwards, you’re a week early. Something wrong?”

The world is dull without you, Mihawk thought, and carefully did not say. Yoru wept without a challenge, and so did I, Mihawk considered, but that wasn’t right either. I missed you, was frustratingly accurate and completely unacceptable, so Mihawk settled on the easiest truth. 

“I was bored.” 

[bosenmoriyoru]

Han Yahseo's Backstory

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Cw: Abusive themes, gore, cannibalism

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Kurosenmori Yoru was born into an ordinary family in Japan, but her birth was far from ordinary. Her skin was a deep, unsettling red, and she had white hair streaked with black strands, which caused an uproar in her village and earned her the nickname "Akuma no Ko" (Devil's Child). As she grew older, her skin returned to a normal tone, but the crimson hue beneath her eyes remained, resembling natural eyeliner. Her striking beauty only intensified with age, making her the most gorgeous girl in her village. However, this beauty quickly became a curse due to the unwanted attention it drew.

Her father was extremely abusive, while her mother was distant and neglectful. Yoru had a younger brother named Yuta, who tragically drowned in a lake after being dragged into the water while playing in the rain. Her parents blamed her for his death, accusing her of failing as an older sister, which deepened the rift between them. One day, her mother took Yoru to a festival, giving her a fleeting hope that her mother might finally care for her. However, this hope was shattered when her mother dragged her to a train station with the grim intent to end their lives. Yoru, sensing her mother’s intentions, desperately tried to pull her back, but her mother succeeded in her tragic plan. Yoru was left in shock, her mother’s blood splattered on her face as she watched the horrific scene unfold. From that day forward, Yoru became numb to pain and emotion.

As years passed, her father’s abuse grew more violent. He became a womanizer, further destroying what little was left of their family. One evening, after enduring another round of torment, Yoru found herself staring blankly at a thriller movie on TV, disconnected from reality. Her gaze fell on an axe her father used to threaten her. Almost in a trance, she grabbed the axe and went to her father’s room, ending his life along with that of the woman he had brought home. In her starving state, she unconsciously consumed their guts.

A few days later, neighbors, alarmed by the eerie silence from the house, called the police. When they arrived, they found Yoru in a corner of the room, gaunt and expressionless, and immediately took her to the hospital. Soon after, she was placed in an asylum.

At the asylum, a secretive organization known as "The Revenant Project" took interest in her. Operated by a coalition of rogue military personnel and unethical scientists, the project aimed to create human weapons through extreme psychological and physical conditioning. They abducted Yoru and transported her to a hidden facility in North Korea. There, she was subjected to inhumane experiments and rigorous martial arts training to turn her into a weapon.

Her combat skills were sharpened through an array of martial arts disciplines. She mastered Krav Maga for its ruthless efficiency in neutralizing opponents and weapon disarmament. Muay Thai honed her powerful strikes using fists, elbows, knees, and shins, while Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu developed her grappling and submission techniques to dominate opponents. Her Taekwondo training emphasized agility and high-speed kicks, and Silat taught her to exploit surroundings and adapt seamlessly in combat. Boxing enhanced her precision and stamina through rapid punches and head movements, while Sambo refined her takedowns and ground control. To diversify her arsenal, she became proficient in Kenjutsu, wielding blades with deadly precision, and Capoeira, blending rhythm and deceptive movements for surprise attacks. Finally, Wing Chun provided her with close-range combat expertise, allowing her to strike and block with unparalleled efficiency. These martial arts, coupled with brutal live combat drills, weapon mastery, and extreme agility training, molded her into a lethal weapon capable of confronting any adversary.

Years passed, and Yoru, now a shell of her former self, was kept in a white room, chained and constantly monitored. That was when a familiar face appeared—Taro Okabe, one of the officers who had once responded to her father’s death. Taro had infiltrated The Revenant Project and orchestrated her rescue.

After freeing her, Taro placed an advanced collar around her neck to monitor her adrenaline and heartbeat. The collar emitted high-voltage electric shocks when her adrenaline reached 100%, rendering her unconscious if she lost control. Understanding her pain and trauma, Taro brought her to South Korea and renamed her Han Yahseo to help her start anew. He treated her as a stepfather, providing a safe environment and enrolling her in J High School.

Though Yahseo wore the collar to control her immense power, she saw it as a reminder of her fear and the weapon she had been turned into. For the first time, she grappled with the idea of redemption, wondering if she could truly heal from her past—or if her power would forever define her.

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[trygrievousbutgirl-blog]

OKAY SO I have thoughts.

WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS Asa/Yoru? they're not even the secret third thing that Denji/Reze/Quan xi are, they're like an even SECRETER FOURTH THING.

I know it's implied that Denji could talk to Pochita while he's in his heart. But it's nothing like what Asa can do. Sure her appearance changes when Yoru takes over but there's no activator like there is for the others (Denji's cord, Reze's pin, Katana's hand etc) which leads me to believe Asa isn't a hybrid (or whatever the canon name is for the thing that Denji is) but has to be something else.

ALSO Hybrids are only ever weapons. The only ones we've ever seen are weapons. Sword, Chainsaw, Katana, Crossbow, Bomb, Flamethrower, Whip, Spear. Yoru MAKES weapons!

Is THIS why Yoru wants Chainsaw Devil? He's a weapon gone rogue who needs to fall in line? did Yoru MAKE the concept of a hybrid?? Fujimoto i NEED the hybrid/devil-human lore, NOW

[fish-ears]

A quick guide on how my characters feel about eachother! - Cyf and Yoru were from the same warband years ago. Cyf deserted so she could become Shazik's personal guard and Yoru could not accept it, but neither could he hold her back.

-Yoru adopted Conk Creat after she was bullied out of her warband as a cub. He is now seen as a parent to her, and acts like one too.

-Seeing a cub without a warband not too long after losing a warband mate caused Yoru way too much pain in his heart for him to leave the cub be. Normally, he'd assign her a new warband or help her find a new one, but he used that empty spot to have the cub on his own.

-Conk Creat, despite being a rogue, works as a technician for lower priority missions that require heavier equipment. That is how she met Glorioso.

-Glorioso actively works on magical matters all across tyria, so he's constantly traveling. He's made friends with Conk Creat after noticing most of the crew would change from ship to ship, but she'd always be there.

[buf309]

8. Akatsuki!Forgers, an "no-one-ask-for Naruto x Spy Fam" AU (character design sheets)"

hiiiiii i ask for 👀

Gotcha! I know for sure I can catch you with this one 😂

Just joking, but I did think about you when the musebunny dropkicked this idea in my head 😄Definitely will send them over when I'm done.

Basically, it started with this Itachi meme

I thought, huh, Yor (or Yoru to sound more weaboo-fied) would be so cool af as Itachi, no? Then, Yuri would be Sasuke?

But the whole Uchiha mess didn't fit them, Yuri would never avenge anybody, he would help Yor kill them in a heart beat, no question ask.

Garden? Tree? Roots? Ok, they were in a Garden version of Roots then? Garden sent Yor to Akatsuki to snoop on them, and kill them if she saw fits?

Yor met Twilight there. Twilight, right, weaboo, Tasogare was a rogue from Mist Village, had a jutsu that shoot water bullets? acclaimed swordman but didn't have a sword, it's a type of high-pressure water gun jutsu instead? In truth he was a spy sent by his village leader Handler (have not searched for her name in Romaji yet) to keep tab on Akatsuki, same as Yor.

I don't know, they kinda protected each other from other members? Open identities?

Anya, or Ania, still had telepathy, and also Rinnegan somehow. Twiyor were assigned the mission to capture her. But when they realized she was just a kid, they ran away with her instead lol

Bond was with Twilight from the start. Was he just a dog, or was he some kind of bijuu? I have no idea.

That's all my delulu have atm. But I don't wanna make a comic out of it, too complicated. So I settle on character design only, and some random scenes, intead.

[tideswept]

So~ I saw a couple of people doing this, and figured, why not? My tumblr is almost entirely Obikin/Hartwin focused atm, but I do ship other things! Rare ships! (Things that's hard to find content for tbh!)

So if you ever wonder/want to talk about other things--here's a handy list of Ships (And Related Series/Movie/Etc) Berry Will Cheerfully Listen To/And/Or Talk Your Ear Off About!

ANGEL SANCTUARY: Kira/Setsuna, Lucifer/Alexiel, Rosiel/Katan

BATMAN: Bruce/Dick

DOCTOR WHO: 9/Rose, 10/Rose

FAST & FURIOUS: Dom/Brian

FE3H: Byleth/Dimitri

FF13: Lightning/Hope

FFXIV: Emeth-Selch/WoL, Emet-Selch/Azem/Hythlodaeus, Sicard/Emmanellain

GANKUTSUOU: Edmond/Albert

GARO: Kouga/Kaoru/Rei

GENSHIN: Wriothesley/Neuvillette, Kazuha/Lumine, Ayato/Thoma, Fischl/Mona

HARRY POTTER: Snape/Harry, Tom Riddle/Harry, Sirius/Harry/Remus

HAVEN: Duke/Aubrey/Nate

HETALIA: Turkey/Greece, Greece/Spain, England/America, France/Spain

KINGDOM HEARTS: Riku/Sora, Riku/Namine, Roxas/Namine, Axel/Roxas, Terra/Ventus, Aqua/Cinderella

KINGSMAN: Harry/Eggsy, Merlin/Eggsy, Charlie/Eggsy

LABYRINTH: Jareth/Sarah

MARVEL: Bucky/Steve, Deadpool/Peter Parker, Loki/Thor

NARNIA: Lucy/Edmund, Caspian/Peter

NIER: 2B/9S

PERSONA: FeMC(Kotori)/Shinjiro, Yuu/Rise

RE4: Leon/Ashley

SHERLOCK: Mycroft/Lestrade

STAR WARS: Obi-Wan/Anakin, Qui-Gon/Anakin

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES: Elias/Jon, Tim/Jon, Peter/Jon

THE MUMMY: Ardeth/Jonathan

THE SORCERER'S APPRENTICE: Balthazar/Dave

THE VAMPIRE CHRONICLES: Lestat/Louis, Armand/Daniel, Marius/Daniel

TSUKIUTA: You/Yoru, Arata/Aoi

TWEWY: Josh/Neku

TWIN PEAKS: Cooper/Audrey

X-MEN: Charles/Erik, Rogue/Gambit

I'm probably forgetting quite a few, but uhhh this is pretty darn long already.

[knifvd]

SHIPPING INFO — ♥ answer the following for your muses so people know how shipping works on your blog !!

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

i write a lot of original characters , so any of the ships i have with my writing partners ( katarina/mirage w/spookyhubby , aiko/eiji w/solivcgant , jay/django w/puckish-rogue , aiko/el w/cupid ) . i have a lot of original characters that i don't write anymore , but i love their old ships too , but the main reason i don't write them is because people wouldn't be interested in them :( as ppl r barely interested in my ocs rn a;lskjdfa;lskjdf

but in terms of canon characters i don't have any really big ships that are canon , i have preferred ships that i have for them even though i don't write them necessarily , but the others would be ( sage/yoru w/galaxythixf , sage/reyna , sage/viper , neon/fade , soraka/voli w/valhiir , soraka/therapy , soraka/sett , soraka/pantheon , lux/jinx , lux/caitlyn w/ferinehuntress , soraka/vayne , uhh ... i just be rattling this shit off give me a moment ... viktor/jayce , mc/eiji w/solivcgant , mc/seven , ethan/therapy , chara/therapy ... sage/jett ) although the list isn't extensive , and doesn't cover everything : i think chemistry is the most important in a ship and if two characters have it then i'm always gonna consider them an otp LMAO !

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

it very much depends on where those muses are in life ; generally for younger muses i don't really believe or like age gaps more than 2 - 3 years , esp with muses that are ... at the very least below the age of 20 , but i base it very much off what i think and find comfortable in relationships in my life . like , katarina is around 28? 29 and one of her main ships is around 39 , but i find that more appropriate since they're both well and full adults .

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

i think a lot of it borders on suggestive when you're mentioning arousal , but any touching of things that necessarily would be covered by underwear is enough to call it nsfw in my book .

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

um . yeah . i think a lot of shipping comes from the muses chemistry , obviously , but a lot of it also comes from how much chemistry i have with the mun outside of it . a lot of times if i don't feel comfortable with a mun it'll be a lot harder to ship with me .

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

see question 1 . but also , therapy .

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

yes . generally , yes , especially if you want to pursue something outside of flirty based chemistry threads or asks . but also , if you want to ship with one of my characters based on what you've seen on the dash , i'm a dm away . i'm not as scary as you guys might percieve me as .

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

... no ? to both ? i think all relationships ( romantic , kinship , friendship , familial , etc ) to muses are an integral part of developing the muse you have , obviously , but your entire muse shouldn't revolve around one ship / ships , they're more than just the people they're connected to .

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

i'm a multifandom blog . pls don't ask me that . for valorant i guess it'd be sage/reyna , sage/yoru , sage/omen and sage/jett , for league it'd be ... lux/jinx? i guess? or aphelios/sett or ezreal/ekko and ... a lot of others ; there's like 130+ champs in league BAHA . i don't have many fandoms outside of that .

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

ask . unless you're cupid or ori then we're forceshipping already /lh but yeah ! i love shipping , and i suck at responding , so please , if you want to ship , please just ask me , and if i say no , that just means i can't see it for the two you mentioned , but that doesn't mean no to shipping with you in GENERAL ! so please , feel free to ask me / dm me or add me on discord ( as of 26/10 , it's soworakas ) !

tagged by : stolen ! tagging : @spookyhubby , @dhmpire , @daemonry , @toxichem , @galaxythixf , @ferinehuntress , @vonerde , @puckish-rogue , @bitterseadrop and you , the person reading this !

[pinkprettycure]

@aonomiki replied to your post “everytime i consider finishing shugo chara I'm...”:

eject ikuto from the show forever. yoru can stay tho.

​he's jus a rogue wandering little Creature now. like a wandering samurai

[zaewriteshere]

Guardian of the Protocol

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It took you a moment for you to fully calm down, and you sighed.

“You were out for 3 entire days.” 

The words of Ryo repeated themselves like a chant in your mind.

3 days…

3 days.

3 days ?!

That couldn’t be, right ?

The most you heard of a guardian being out of the mortal realm – without them being dead for good – was a couple of hours, maximum.

And that was because their ghost also got hurt a bit, almost got crushed by some rogue guardian. Suddenly, you were worried about Lynn. You called out to them, and you saw them appear in your line of sight.

“Are you okay ? You’re not hurt, right ?”

“... No, I am fine. Though Ryo wasn’t lying…” They admitted, not looking at you.

“What happened ?”

“I didn’t realise just how much weaker we’ve gotten since we arrived here,” They said truthfully, which made you have a daunting realisation.

Whenever you died, it would not only take numerous days to revive you, but there was also a risk of not being able to come out unscathed.

That was scary to think about.

“Why didn’t you tell me ?” You gently questioned, not mad.

“I wanted to ! But… With how Ryo acted, and your reaction to it… I wanted to first make sure that you were okay,” They told you, feeling guilty over not telling you earlier. 

“It’s okay ! Now I know. I appreciate the concern though. Next time however, please tell me immediately, especially for something important like this,” They understood, nodding in their own weird manner.

A few days went by, and Ryo continued to make a point in avoiding you, but always being near. 

You did your best to ignore his behaviour.

Speaking of which, where was he ? He would be watching over you as soon as you left your room, but today, he wasn’t there.

Did he finally stop following you around without saying anything ?

That didn’t sound like him. So instead, you looked for him everywhere in the HQ.

You couldn’t find a trace of him. Confused, you found Liam as he was working on something on his small laptop, and asked : 

“Hey, sorry to bother but, do you know where Ryo is ?” 

He seemed slightly surprised but answered you regardless : 

“He’s on a mission currently. Omega Earth. He’ll be back by tonight. Why ?” He questioned, arching an eyebrow.

“I couldn’t find him anywhere, so I was wondering. Thank you ! I’ll leave you to it.” You retorted, referring to his work. You excused yourself from the room and pondered on what to do next.

You decided to go to that spot you found outside a few days ago, seeing if it was actually a good place to meditate or not… Since you were being followed by a certain someone during all of your attempts of meditating outside of your private space.

Now amidst the forest, you quickly found the location you were looking for. You sat down and meditated.

When you opened your eyes again, the morning turned into afternoon, and your stomach growled with hunger.

You really needed that peaceful session, you guessed. 

You walked back into HQ, and immediately noticed Ryo staring at you, but something was off. 

He wasn’t exactly… Well ? 

You could tell by his posture that he was hurt, and you meant, physically hurt. 

Despite the voice in your head telling you to go check up on him, you decided against it.

He was an adult, and you weren’t about to smother him like he did for you.

You kept an eye on him regardless however, not that it was hard. 

He was following you everywhere. 

When the sky turned to dusk and Yoru still didn’t go to the sick bay, you grew worried. 

Was he that hung up on smothering and following you that he didn’t want to take care of himself ?

You sighed, exasperated.

This was getting out of hand. 

You went back into your room and took out your first aid kit, and put it in your small bag that you wore on your shoulder as you went out.

You weren’t surprised to find him waiting for your return close by, eyeing the door that you just exited.

Alright, time for him to stop being a baby and to be helped. 

“Ryo,” You said firmly, and he briefly looked at you before starting to walk away. 

So, you turned invisible and you ran up to him, automatically shutting it off when you grabbed him by the wrist. He turned to you, surprised, but also wincing.

You weren’t holding him down that hard, was he also hurt at the wrists ? 

You grew worried.

Ignoring the questioning glance you had from him, you dragged him into your room under his dissatisfied shouts, but you paid it no mind. Once in the room, you guided him and sat him on your bed, and did the same next to him.

“Alright, strip down,” You said as you took off your bag.

He was so taken aback that he froze with a comically shocked expression on his face as he started to blush furiously.

You would have laughed if not for the way he has been treating you, recently. 

“C’mon, I don’t have time for this,” You urged, pulling out the med kit.

Seemingly realising your goal, he cleared his throat, looking anywhere but you. But he did as told regardless of how he was feeling about you, taking off his shirt and wincing when he was doing certain movements.

You scooted closer, and you noticed that he had numerous cuts on his body, and not just surface level ones. 

Why did he decide that it would’ve been a good idea to hide it from everyone ?

You sighed and got to work, addressing the major one on his chest.

You silently took care of him, sometimes being a little bit rougher than you needed to be – much to his dismay – but he didn’t say anything about it.

He probably knew he fucked up. 

Or at least, you hoped he did.

You didn’t utter anything, and Yoru did much the same.

You were too mad, anyways. 

… And you wanted to see who would speak first.

He seemed at a loss of what to do now, since you weren’t playing by the rules of this “push and pull” game anymore. 

Good.

You were done playing. It was stupid, anyways. 

The fact that the reason was unclear to you made you believe this truth.

… Maybe that was the problem. You were the problem. 

Because you couldn’t see why he was so mad at you, enough to avoid you but hurting you by not being explicit in his way of ending the friendship.

Was it intentional ? Him hurting you ? Or just a byproduct of this behaviour ?

And why was he doing that, anyways ? Yoru seemed like the type to… Be explicit if he was ending a friendship.

He’s always been direct to express his discomfort to someone, but always used such a roundabout way of showing appreciation.

You didn’t know what to think anymore.

When it came down to stitches, it took you a moment to get the hang of it, since it has been a while since you made some. 

Even though Ryo kept quiet, you could feel his piercing gaze on you, monitoring every single action you made.

As if he didn’t trust you to patch him up.

That made you uncharacteristically frustrated. 

Why can’t you take care of yourself ?! 

His words rang in your mind like an annoying alarm.

He was such a hypocrite.

Who did he think he was, anyways ?

Shutting you down yet never explaining why.

You understood emotions were hard, they were for you, too.

But it wasn’t a reason for hurting someone that you cared for.

Or at least, you thought that he cared for you.

Maybe it was never the case.

Your anger melted away.

Maybe you were just imagining someone truly caring for you, and was just doing some wishful thinking this entire time ?

Once you were done patching Ryo up, you put down your hands and started packing your med kit silently.

You looked up at him once you were done, and your eyes met. 

After a while of just looking at each other, you finally blurted out, tentatively : 

“Did… Did I do something wrong ?”

You didn’t really know what you were referring to.

You had done so many things, but maybe it was something that you didn’t do that made him so upset with you.

That seemed to have taken him off guard enough to answer you almost instinctively : 

“No.”

“Then why are you acting like this ?” You asked your tone reflecting your hurt and confusion.

“Now is not the right time,” He tried changing the subject, but you didn’t let him.

“When will it be ? I feel like if we don’t resolve this here and now, when you leave this room, you’re just gonna continue what you’ve been doing for almost the past 2 weeks,” You explained, trying to convince him to tell you what his problem was. “I’m going to ask you again Ryo, what is your problem ?”

He didn’t answer immediately.

“I don’t need to be saved by anyone, especially you,” He finally said, not looking at you.

His problem was that you saved his life ?

That couldn’t be it.

… You died protecting him and you got hurt right before, doing the same thing.

Was that what he meant ?

That he didn’t want to feel the guilt of you being hurt because of him, even indirectly ?

“Is this why you’ve been avoiding me ?”

He hesitantly nodded.

That answered the first part, but what about the second ? Why was he always around you, never truly leaving you alone ?

“Why are you not leaving me alone ?” Not that you wanted him to do that. 

“You're too dumb to take care of what you’re doing and you always hurt yourself,” He explained, and it all suddenly clicked.

Yoru didn’t want you to get hurt, period.

He probably valued you too much to lose you.

Maybe that was also why he was avoiding you, he didn’t want you to be doing risky things just to save his ass. 

You debated telling him that you’ll do it regardless of how he feels about being saved or protected, and that you would do the same for any and all agents, regardless of your relationship with them.

… It probably was not the smartest idea to do that.

“You know that won’t stop me, right ?” You blurted out, then wanted to punch yourself.

“What do you mean ?” He retorted incredulously.

“I’m a guardian, it’s my job to protect humanity. I will do it regardless of how I feel about someone, and how they feel about me,” You explained further, deciding to cut your losses with him.

You wanted to play the honesty card, and if he decided to stop being friends with you, then so be it.

You couldn’t die from it… Even if it hurts you to lose him.

And you would get over it.

… Eventually.

You just wanted him to be happy, whether it be with or without you.

“Why do you insist on saving everyone but you ?” He asked, getting angry.

You sighed.

“What do you want me to do exactly, Ryo ?”

He didn’t answer immediately, thinking about his response.

The more you waited, the more anxious you got. You were so caught up in your nervousness that you almost missed what he wanted from you : 

“Don’t go out and about and risk your life for others,” He finally requested, looking you dead in the eyes.

“Wha-” You got cut off.

“Promise me,” He demanded, dead serious.

You’ve never seen this expression on him before.

Serious, angry, but also… Worried.

That moved something in you, and you broke eye contact, not knowing how to feel about it.

“Okay,” You nodded, caving in to his inquiry. 

You watched him as his features relaxed, worry and anger melting away as he sighed. 

“Are we…” You hesitated on your wording. “Okay…?” You finally found a way to ask after a couple seconds of silence. 

He nodded.

That’s when you tackled him into a hug – well, as much as you could do that, you were both sitting after all – which surprised him greatly and you could tell he was feeling awkward.

…You also kind of forgot he was still shirtless.

You didn’t let go, though.

You needed this hug too much to part away so soon.

Eventually, the hug was reciprocated, and you stayed there, enjoying each other’s warmth.

You let go at some point, reluctantly.

When you saw that Yoru didn’t do any movement to put his clothes back on, you asked incredulously : 

“Aren’t you cold ?”

He didn’t seem to know what you were talking about at first. 

Then, it clicked.

His cheeks were dusted by a light pink as he started to put his clothes back on. 

You were glad you were now both on okay terms. 

It was as if you could breathe again.

[the-firebird69]

Judge Engoron Tears Donald Trump to Shreds (msn.com)

im usng donald trump and the macs parallel. it is not donald trumps paralel. so dont get the wrong idea. but we need to buy him out then he may go to prison. and he fels we dont control prison nor courts and you see here we did not have him go to court and expose the fact s all are after us due to the 250m number it was is the macs who have a force plan and it is not like yours ok. nope. they ruin almst all attemts to nab mykiind.

some clans are rogue they say macs and morrissonand die off and are not protected.

but the long and the short of it the city of new york has to fire their appaisers. and the tad collector. estimating value of lands in this day and age can be done using several methods. yet the ones the city used may not be based in reality. in other words ways of appraisng property are based mostly on real property. what is in place. stone concrete steel walls and infrastrucure. and to valuate it they simply see how much it is to buy one. oversimplistic in this case as it is nyc. and things are based on reality not quasi valaution. and the ohterissue i hear it is zoned mixed residential and no it is not it is mixed commerical and partly residential and they say there are more units and by nyc standards it costs more. and sure to buy. but when getting a loan in nyc it is real value not replacement value and due to teh volume of people and Thor Freya helped wiht the zone ing question. but i remember functions of estimating there were different and odd even and in LA. and told the estimating co lennax too and they started getting big and couldnot handle it and our son is smart didnt do it on purpose. and realy macs know about it an that our son knows this stuff Thor Freya add.

so i am thinking

he overvalued it to get the loan and that are the residential units that are occupied would be false they are worth more

and overvalued the commercial properties and no they are commercial properties. and are worth more and due to the high cost of rent for commerical properties innyc and the lack of availability

and trumps values were low if anything and per any bank so the bank is wrong too and they will face charges.

not that trump is not a criminal but in this case he is not and they are nuts ok ruin it they say no are ignorant retarded people and garth a sichopahnt homo for our son.

they are finding other things. but it is illegal to do that in court no. and tons of threeats. and no not right.and his lawerys should be fired.

and we conclude by saying you all suck and some of you knew nope. mstly your stupid. the accotants msised it yes. and he will attack the bank and the ppl are psudo empire and they say cant do it on the real thing....and no thats stupid your dumb ok.

Thor Freya

and the old way is right no it is not common pracitce iied to by the appariser and it is garth and he is the judge bilks him and we file suit now

mike t

and true saw it he and his face and going down now and is an ass and pushes and does not stop

mac

your fired garth your idiotshow and im the plaintif and they want me out and ok they did it...and to pous us out to stophis ss and we see it and that will come out andprob not lol andnot funnythe bankand he willget bassetd by them good

corine

and mean but ok we are stupid and will see this through. let him off and watch the bank it is pwuduedo empire and he wants thier dogh see it and it is illegal and to use court to do it. we se how had them appraise itand are after thier jobs we do this

and i mean my job damnit

garth

and we see ittoo and he will try for the bank and we hit and we hold him off. the court is how. yoiu did this.had yoru empoyee and she was his employee. firedher ok and ti works for us

mike tew

overvalued it by saying it is replacement cost and it is not why and it is bank fraud to the bank. and not the bank. and it is to take it over. same with the commercial prperty and it is also a crime on pourpose. so he is asking for a criminal trial. and no wanted to sue the bank and its empooyees that the cure

Thor Freya

Olympus

[honey-badgers-library]

Sukiyaki and Spirited Away

Ue o muite arukou, namida go koborenai youni. Omoidasu haru no hitoribocchi no yoru.

Her eyes popped open as the sunlight streamed through her thin curtains. The music box on her counter had an odd habit of waking her up with different songs—ones that she never heard but felt so familiar. This morning wasn’t any different. She swung her windows wide open, the country air brought to life the stale, paint-chipped bedroom. The ivory and gold music box bathed in the sunlight and she grinned as it played.

“Thank you and good morning, spirits!” The brunette exclaimed as she pulled out a green gown from the closet. Without much thought to how it happened, the young woman now wore the gown. It’s deep forest color accented her hair and eyes quite well, and she pulled out a deep purple gown should this one have something terrible befall it.

Almost always, without fail, did something terrible befall her gowns when she went out. It annoyed the headmistress of the magical finishing school she attended to no end, but it wasn’t like she cared. No, instead she counted the days until her swashbuckling, retired adventurer of an uncle came for her. The Old Man promised—and he 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 his promises. Her wall on the inside of her closet contained chalk tick marks of the days she’d been here; the spirits of the school keeping track for her as she attended to her studies.

The fresh, crisp air smelled of freshly fallen rain and wet grass as the morning breeze swept through her room. With it, thunder crashed somewhere far off on the horizon, perhaps to the east or the west. The brunette never faired well directionally.

None of it mattered though, as the song played this morning and she stuffed the purple gown in her satchel.

Ue o muite arukou nijinda hoshi o kazoete. Omoidasu natsu no hi, hitoribocchi no yoru.

The music box continued its song, one that the brunette knew in her bones but couldn’t remember why. It felt like home—a bittersweet wonderful home that gave her true peace. And her uncle, this song reminder her of the dangerous swashbuckling rogue that held the ocean in his palm. She looked at the chalk tick marks in the back of her closet once more and locked her jaw.

𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘯.

Soon her uncle would come for her, him and Mr. Choi, and all she had to do was wait. Try to be as patient as possible, try to make the best of it, but wait.

The door to her room swung open and almost hit the young woman square in the nose. Without much of an explanation, but a long sigh of exasperated fondness, the honey badger raised an eyebrow. “Ms. Kimura, you wouldn’t know anything about the chalk in the classrooms going missing, would you?” The honey badger asked with the twinkle of amusement in her dark eyes.

“Mrs. Brandy,” Ms. Kimura replied with a small smile and a coy tone, “it’s not my fault the ghosts like me. I pay attention to them. Although the Fair Folk may be your culprits.”

The honey badger laughed merrily at her apprentice before leading the way out of the room. Ms. Kimura followed, knocking into mahogany tables and almost hitting paintings done by fellow students as she turned. Mrs. Brandy seemed to be avoided by those who were dangerously close to stepping on a paw or knocking into her head. It was a short walk to the library in which the young woman apprenticed under the honey badger, but, by the end, she almost needed to change her forest green gown twice due to it catching on rose thorns.

In the library, however, was Headmistress Heathrow and she raised an eyebrow at Ms. Kimura 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 disapprovingly. “You’re late,” her scratchy voice reproached the pair as Mrs. Brandy shifted into a slightly masculine looking older woman. Ms. Kimura kept her face blank and straightened her posture.

“Headmistress, I thought the arrangement was for Ms. Kimura to learn other techniques of medicinal training under my tutelage due to her unique set of magical abilities.” Mrs. Brandy’s Scottish accent turned deadly by the end of the question. “What exactly are you saying we are late for?”

“I have finally found a suitable squad for the Lucky Charm to start working with. She leaves this afternoon.” The headmistress explained in a clipped, no-nonsense tone.

Mrs. Brandy opened her mouth then closed it. The short, silver haired woman flailed her hands around and took a menacing step toward the lady in charge. “If you forget, Selena,” she spat the woman’s name as if it were poison. “The only reason you have this job is because of 𝘮𝘺 decisions. I can take it away just as easily. The young woman is not ready to be in the field! Not only does the one person she trust is me, but taking her away from me will only put her more at risk! I can’t allow it!”

“You forget your place, Evelyn,” The Headmistress hissed back. “This, arguably, is what the Lucky Charm is meant for—“

“My name is Kimura Hana. You may call me Ms. Kimura or Hana, but never by the call sign forced upon me,” Hana spoke softly but defiantly. It carried through the library, freezing the two older women in their place. Her green eyes hardened to emeralds. Her stance firmly rooted her to the ground. She lifted her face defiantly in the air, her seven freckles across her nose a badge of honor. “And I will not be going.”

“You are a member of W.H.O. whether you like it or not. That means you will be joining this squad of newly graduated recruits.” Then after a silent beat, she added, “As the Lucky Charm no less.”

“If I refuse?”

“There have been arrangements made for Mrs. Brandy’s retirement.”

Hana looked to her mentor. The older lady had been nothing but kind to her the past month and a half she’s been here. Just as Mrs. Brandy was about to lunge at the headmistress, Hana lifted her head. A forced retirement was not the way to repay this lovely woman. Especially when the young lady didn’t know what kind of forced retirement it was. “Fine, but only because I don’t want Mrs. Brandy to suffer because of me.”

“Go to your room and pack. You leave at thirteen hundred hours.”

“Yes, Headmistress,” the saccharine voice stilled the room once more.

“How do you work with her?” The headmistress growled at Mrs. Brandy, the bare minimum of her patience running thin.

Hana only kept her eye leveled at the older woman. “Mrs. Brandy only requested my best and did not scold me if I handed her my worst. You on the other hand demand my perfection and my silent compliance. Perhaps learn from your seemingly superior in how to handle your students better next time.”

Ue o muite arukou, namida ga koborenai youni. Nakinagara aruku hitoribocchi no yoru.

Hana sat on the ship, her small, thin music box in hand. Her luggage was out in the cargo room. She played with the ladybug necklace as she waited for her departure, a book on healing plants and a honey badger silver chain bookmark on her lap. The song was finished, and a new one began.

[reineydraws]

aaahhhh your art i love them 😭💞💘💗💓💞💕 i left my compliments in my tags first and then i realized i could respond to @giurochedadomani in this reblog too but i cant copy and paste bc mobile, i hope u dont mind 😅 ur drawings r so wonderful thank u so much for drawing and sharing them!!!!!! :')))

but also ye to answer lau next:

lmao yeah that's totally how it goes 😂 croc plays mihawk like a fiddle and mihawk is aware of this and hates it but also he's not that mad bc have u seen his sword? he's named it yoru. did u see the coat they made for him? the sleeves are loosely laced together to allow for better mobility. they're giving him a hat too, have u seen this. his face is still passive-looking but he's glowing as he talks about it. they're giving him a set piece with a castle on it, have you heard. he's so excited. 😂

i actually think it'd be so funny if this show was about pirates specifically bc of shanks's hockey team btw. everyone knows what they're doing and the allusions to shanks's team are not subtle and it's a clear marketing ploy but, just like mihawk with his costume, everyone lets themselves get played anyways bc c'mon it's shanks from the pirates in a show!!! the captain shanks even though he's not a captain anymore!

also i imagine mihawk's heart will be warmed by this reunion only until they get back into the swing of their siblingship, bc yeah, it will just be clowning in the rink 😂 mihawk thought mb his husband boyfriend husband might make the clown more reasonable but he lost this bet this time and it turns out the clown just makes his husband worse instead. 😂 rip mihawk.

hmm re: ace and whitebeard, like. well i mean i didnt even kill off roger lol he's out there coaching juniors and whatnot, and shanks still had his arm, he just can't really play professionally anymore, so they're definitely still around and kickin'.

i'd say maybe whitebeard does what roger does bc he was starting to feel his age while coaching the nhl and so he stepped back to assistant coach the national junior team with roger, and then also goes head to head with roger with their own junior teams (the mobies vs the oro jacksons haha). the juniors all call him "pops" instead of coach.

in his prime, he brought the white beards the stanley cup and he never ever signed on to another team; a player so prolific for their team (he's the nhl's strongest player!) that even tho the team is called the white beards, when you say "whitebeard" everyone knows you mean newgate, and fans voted to use his face for the logo after he retired to coach hahaha.

aaaaceeeee hmmmmmmmmm idk enough abt hockey to include political intrigue like i wish i could lol. in an ideal world akainu would be some guy with the ability to pull strings targeting ace bc he has a grudge against roger and it would come to a head on the ice or soemthing but since i don't actually know how that would work in the nhl i guess he just ends up with a bad concussion after protecting luffy during a fight.

mb it was pirates vs white beards and akainu is some violent fan... or maybe like a referee or something? that feels like it'd make sense. referee goes rogue bc of personal grudge, tries to attack ace and then targets luffy when that doesn't work. ace is out for the rest of the season, possibly has to leave the league altogether bc he can't risk another concussion 'cuz the one he gets from this fight is debilitating (he moved to intercept the attack heading toward luff after he'd removed his helmet).

UH sports-adjacent roles... well, idk if the marines will be one cohesive company or just like, scattered around in various positions of power lol, definitely including media outlets as well as people who fund and run the nhl. and maybe even the olympic committee.

i think it'd be cute if koby was like an athletic trainer/physio for the olympic team, alongside helmeppo. then again, koby would probably actually be your aforementioned sports journalist, and he's the one that reports it when it turns out someone high up in the nhl is corrupt and committing whatever crime they're committing, or being homophobic or whatnot.

like i didnt think abt the marines that much bc fleshing them out would add plotty angst i wasnt picturing 😂 but i've read a few of those "nhl player coming out" hockey player au's and that'd be the easy answer when considering them for the plot.

like, mishanks ends up breaking up because shanks can't comfortably come out in the nhl even though he knows the pirates will be supportive, and i imagine it's less mihawk pressuring him or feeling like a dirty secret, and moreso shanks starting to let it weigh on him and not communicating about it properly. and mihawk doesn't much care for being out or not--he grew up being told that figure skating was pretty gay and he stopped caring about it--but he starts to get tired of shanks feeling guilty by himself, and he also starts not feeling like enough for shanks bc he's lowkey insecure about his ability to be there for people. it's a sad time all around. they both obviously regret it.

years later, after shanks's injury but before the next olympics, there are rumours of luffy being a contender for the next pirates captain, and a smear campaign starts running against him with rumours that he's queer and it's a bad look for the league, and koby goes to personally interview luffy where he says he's proud to be who he is, which is decidedly not straight in any way, shape, or form. and public support for him skyrockets, which also gets reported on, and mihawk shows up on shanks's doorstep with this article and they have a drink about it. and after a talk where they hash out what happened between them, shanks tweets that he's bi, and then later at the olympics mihawk makes his grand gesture.

sorry anyways that was about mishanks again but yeah i can also see koby and helmeppo being a sports journalist and cameraman, who work for espn but originally mentored under garp's media company (he doesnt believe in pro sports as a viable job bc he's like, a vice CEO of a really popular media business lol he works that 9-5).

i imagined nami as a marketer? really good at predicting how fans will react and what will sell. but i also think it'd be funny if she was like, a news anchor that does the weather and also sports.

ooh making koby and helmeppo reporters means i can make nico robin their athletic trainer/physiotherapist. 😂 she's so good it's like she has a thousand hands, that's what the teams she works with always say.

i think it'd be funny if franky was the zamboni driver, and their practice rink is called the thousand sunny. but also he's a player? it'd be fun if he was also a player.

brook plays in a band during the off-season and he's actually more known for that. it's one of those things where fans of his are always surprised to go on his wikipedia, bc his sports fans will be like, "soul king? he's the soul king???" and his music fans will be like "wdym he's a pro-athlete? wait didn't the pirates win the cup last year? what?" haha

chopper obviously their main doctor

anyways sorry this got long and im not sure there was actually much substance answering your questions in it 🥲 but this is what i've come up with after riffling through my brain lmao hope u enjoyed

@giurochedadomani this au is eating my brain.

someone in the replies of the last post brought up dogsred, a hockey manga where a figure skater becomes a hockey player so that could be zoro lol

i mentioned it there but he becomes a meme bc he was messing around during practice and managed to score with three hockey sticks, one of which was in his mouth! three stick style 😎

like u mentioned, ace is roger's son but it's not common knowledge bc he wanted to make it on his own name instead of under his dad's, who has like, gretzky-level hockey fame. also holds some resentment bc the peak of roger's career was when ace needed him at home.

also like u mentioned, garp totally doesnt believe professional sports is a reliable career in the long run, and despises that most of his grandkids are pro hockey players, and his son went into speed skating and eventually became the olympic coach for the country's olympic speed skaters (incl sabo). koala is also one and her and sabo are on the mix-gendered relay skate.

by the time luffy gets promoted to captain, he's somehow amassed the weirdest team of pirates players ever seen, where many of the regulars just. don't have backgrounds in hockey? where did he find them? how did he convince the league to take them? who knows.

cross guild productions is the brain child of crocodile, who lent buggy a bunch of money to start his company and decided to do this when buggy couldnt pay up when he chased him diwn years later. croc also coaches mihawk, so he decides to strong-arm mihawk into doing guest performances, since he's such a big figure skating name, having the most olympic golds ever win by a single figure skater. mihawk doesnt want to do it until he hears the storyline for the performance, sees his costume sketches, and holds the prop sword. he's just a huge goth dork underneath it all.

after mihawk's grand internationally-aired romantic gesture succeeds and he gets shanks back, shanks manages to convince the cross guild that he's still a good enough skater to do an easy ice show, as long as he doesnt fall on his bad arm like a dumbass. he never does tricks, but people love the character they write for him, as he's so charismatic. he plays mihawk's rival in that season's little show, and gets his own prop sword. every single performance sells out bc mishanks is till a hot topic among ice skating and hockey fans.

sanji comes from a very strict, very decorous mma family, and he never fit in bc he likes cooking and skating. he ran away from home and found a fister parent in zeff, and worked at the baratie growing up, where zeff put him in hockey bc his kid likes skating but he also needs friends his age. despite never wanting to be like his birth family, ironically sanji's one of the best fighters on the pirates.

usopp is a forward and their best shot, and generally always makes it into the net from wherever he's shooting. despite this, he finds being a forward absolutely terrifying and is refularly intimidated by the big guys they face that have no problem getting in his face and starting fights.

[children-of-the-muse]

BatFam OCs + text posts Troubled Birds 6/?

Jess Terring AKA Jester belongs to @oathofoaks/@garneedshugs

Loren Frei, Penemue, and Gawain Strange belong to @cyanide-cynicism/@yoru-the-rogue

Lolotte Dresden/Penelope Caskett AKA Poppet belongs to @poltergeistprincesa

Grimaldi AKA Coquette belongs to @mind-your-fingers/@enmitypark

Schuyler Dunne AKA Cold Case belongs to @thedragonchilde

Doreen Spinster AKA Spinner, Regina Connolly AKA Recoil, Nikolai Panagakos, and Diana Panagakos belong to me

Bonus:

Unfortunately it’s not a two-parter, but the Troubled Birds don’t really have any viable quotes (that I could find, at least) that CAN be split into two parts.

[jailhouse41]

Poster for The Rogue Of The Night (Yoru No Narazu Mono, 夜のならず者), 1972, directed by Makoto Naito (内藤誠) and starring Tatsuo Umemiya (梅宮辰夫) and Tamayo Mitsukawa (光川環世).

[riddle-me-ri]

Different Penguins x female reader who is insecure about her high-pitched voice and therefore speaks rather softly, if you are so kind! ♥️

A/N: aww, this is so cute, I don’t have a high-pitched voice, but I can highly relate to not liking my voice rip. Again, sorry this took a minute! I hope you enjoy anon! Also, lame title is lame I couldn’t think of anything better rip. Also this is the first headcanons to include the two new pengys from my colony! Hope you enjoy them!

The Penguins Comforting a F!Reader About Her Voice

Arkhamverse Penguin:

“Geez…pipe down Y/N. My ears are bleedin’ over here!” 

“Damn! How is it dat you can speak at a frequency only dogs are supposed to hear? So damn high.”

“Jesus did you swallow a whistle or something?” 

“Love…love…hey, Y/N! What’s distracting you, love?” Oz had a gloved hand slightly shaking yoru shoulder.

You shook your head slightly, slowling hushing the harsh comments from Oswald’s henchmen earlier. You were just doing Oz a favor and it ended up biting you back in a way you didn’t expect. 

“S-Sorry, just was remembering things from earlier…” You muttered softly. 

“May I ask what things?” 

You shook your head again. You didn’t want to get the guys in trouble. Yeah, they were assholes, but it also wasn’t their fault that your voice was the way it was. 

Oz gave you a flat smile, but nodded, not wanting to push the subject anymore. 

Oz attempted to change the subject, talk about the Iceberg Lounge, some of the rogues he managed to bump into. Yet, you only seemed to offer short and quiet replies. 

He hates when you do this. Oswald absolutely adores every thing about you. Especially your voice, he’ll never understand why you grow quiet sometimes. 

“C’mon, love. Talk to me, you know how happy it makes me to hear you…” 

“I-I’m sorry, Ozzie…I just don’t want to…to..” You spoke as soft as a feather. 

“To what, love?” 

You start scratching the back of your neck, your nerves going haywire. “I-I don’t want to make your ears..b-bleed.”

Oswald furrowed his eyebrows. “What? Love, you’d never…I never…who told you that?” 

You gulped. “N-No one…I just know…”

“Love.” He scooted hsi chair so he was next to you instead of in front of you. “I don’t know who told you, you made their ears bleed, but know this…they didn’t deserve to hear you anyway. I love your voice, it’s sweet and pure, just like you. When I hear you talk and say my name, it makes this old ticker of mine swell up.” 

You found your small grimace slowly growing into a smile. “Y-You really mean that?” 

“There it is!” He kissed your cheek. “And I do mean it, with everything in me.”  

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin: 

Oswald didn’t like this. No, he didn’t like it one bit. 

You had mention before to him about your insecurities with your voice. How you knew it was higher pitched than most. How many people found it annoying, how some thought you were just putting it on. Oswald did his best to put your insecurities at ease, but you both also knew the world continued to be a cruel judgemental place. 

It was another night at the Iceberg Lounge. You and Ozzie were mingling with some of the guests. However, you soon realized your group wasn’t so accepting of you…or your voice. 

“My God, how can Cobblepot stand that walking whistle.” One guy joked. 

You were about to say something, when you felt a hand on your shoulder. 

“Simple. He loves this walking whistle. Especially her clear, sweet, shining voice. The only thing bringing the mood down is your tone of voice..” 

“Ozzie..” The red in your face flushing to flattery instead of anger. 

“O-O-Of course, Mr. Cobblepot…I-I didn’t mean any d-disrespect.” 

Oz didn’t respond. He just kept looking at the man dead in the eyes. 

It didn’t take long for the man to scatter along with his company. 

Your eyes widened. You may never quite get used to just how much influence Oswald had on others. Just how much people actually feared him, but it’s hard to find fear in someone you cherish. 

You hugged his side. “Thank you..” You said clearly, almost proudly. 

Oswald kissed the top of your head. “Don’t mention it, sweetheart. Don’t silence yourself for none of these punks.” 

Gotham Penguin: 

Oswald absolutely adored your voice. It was like crystals glistening in the morning light. So gorgeous and rich, he never understood why you made yourself so quiet and never let your true voice shine through. 

The two of you were reading in the common area of the mansion. However, this evening he wanted you to read to him. 

“And, this time, my sweet. I want you to read with your full voice.” Oswald took a seat in the chair opposite you. 

“F-Full voice?” You stammered quietly. 

“Yes, please? I miss hearing it.” 

“Y-You don’t think it’s…well…shrilling?”

“I think it’s very delicate, yet strong. It’s yours, a part of you, and I adore everything about you.” 

You softly gasped at that. It’s taken months for him to be so forward with you and his feelings. “Y-You really mean that, don’t you?” 

“Y/N, you know me better than anyone, and you know more than anything I am a man of my word.” 

You giggled. “Yes, that’s true.” 

Fueled by new found confidence you were not going to annoy your boyfriend. You began reading with zero hesitation and with no filter. 

Your smile grew when you glanced from your book to see Oswald proudly smile back at you. 

BTAS Penguin:

“I wish I had a voice like yours, Ozzie..” You mentioned softly. 

Oswald barely heard you, as he fed his aviary. “W-What do you mean, dearest?” 

“Your voice is just so…warm, proper, and tender…u-unlike mine..” You muttered. 

“Oh, my sweet dove…but I love your voice just the way it is!” 

“R-Really?” You covered your mouth with both of your hands when you heard your voice at full volume.

Oswald shook his head, disapprovingly. He grabbed the wrist of your hands and slowly brought them away from your mouth. 

“Really, I do. Your voice reminds me of the sweet morning dove that serenades the rising sun. It’s so delicate and precious, much like yourself.” He squeezed your hands to empahsize his words. 

“Oh, Ozzie…you’re just saying that..” You looked away from him, your face slowly warming up. 

“Not at all, my dear. I mean every word…I wish you would believe me..” His thumb began caressing your very red cheek. 

“I-I think you just might make me believe, Ozzie.” You said proudly. 

TNBA Penguin:

“Oswald…” You called softly. 

“Yes, my dear?” You two were settling in to bed. You were in the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror. You looked at Oz through the mirror, reading a book in bed. 

You began making your way from the bathroom to the bedroom. “W-What do you think of going out Wednesday night?” You got under the covers next to him, still speaking as delicate as possible. 

“That sounds splendid, darling…however…”

You looked up surprised. “What is it?”

“However…I’m going to need you to start speaking normally, my dove. I can hear you now in the serenity of our nest, but surely not in the company of others.” He insisted. 

“Oh, uh…well…” You bit your bottom lip. Trying to think of what to say instead of letting your insecurities come pouring out. 

“Darling, is everything all right?” 

“You don’t think I sound too…high pitched?” You inquired. 

Oswald put down his book, his eyebrows burrowed in thought, but not for long. “No, not at all. I find your voice lovely, dearest…has someone told you otherwise?” 

“I-uh-well…I have been told so, occasionally growing up.” You explained. 

“Hm…and there hasn’t been any recent incidences..correct?” 

You nodded. “Y-yes…”

“Well, I’d say everyone whose told you such awful things…are just envious. They wish they could have a divine voice.”

You looked up at him, with a look of disbelief on your face. 

“I love it when you chatter with excitement, causing your voice to get higher. I love how you say my name, and I love it even more because its a part of you.”

You exhale shakily, trying to keep the tears of happiness overflow. Instead you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his neck. 

“T-Thanks, Ozzie..”

Oswald chuckled as he squeezed you back in the embrace. “Yes, exactly like that, my dear.”

Telltale Penguin:

You’ve been talking so quiet all day. Oswald couldn’t understand what made you so hush hush. You two were walking through his parents’ park. His heart swelled up whenever you picked up some lose trash or grabbed a napkin from your bag and wetted it to try and wipe away from of the graffiti. You were the most precious thing to him, but yet you were so quiet and reluctant to speak all day. 

“Hey, love, is there something wrong? Feelin’ under the weather?” 

“Huh? Oh..uh no I’m fine..” You assured breathlessly. 

“Why’re you talkin’ so soft, then?” He turned around and cut in front of you path. Bringing your once peaceful stroll to a halt. 

You looked up at him. He wasn’t upset, more curious than anything. He leaned his head down, inviting you to respond to him. 

“Well?”

“I-I just…my voice is annoying. I know it annoys you…it annoys everyone..”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Oz put his hands on your shoulders. He peered down at you, lifting your head up by your chin between his thumb and index finger. “If you think I find you annoying, love you don’t know me at all…”

“Y-You’re just saying that…”

“Love, I know I kid with you a lot, but not at your expense. I love everything about you, including your voice.”

Oz leaned into your ear and whispered. “Especially when you’re screaming my name..”

“Ozzie!” You shoved him to the side and you began speed walking away from him. 

“No, no…not quite like that, but that’s better!” He strided off to catch up with you, as you groaned to yourself. 

One Bad Day Penguin: 

“Ozzie can you hand me the remote?”

“Sorry, what was that, sugar?”

“Could you hand me the remote?” 

Oswald hits his ear with the heel of his hand. “Hmm..maybe that’ll help, can you try again?”

“Oswald…” You groaned. 

“I heard that a little better.”

“You can hear me you jerk!” You asserted, leaning over his lap and snatching the remote from his side. 

“Well, now I can! You’re not mumbling quietly to yourself.”

Your face fell from defiance to distraught. “Oh..I-uh…didn’t notice…sorry.”

“Y’know, it’s not the only time you do that kinda thing…is everything, okay?” Oswald was nothing if not observant as hell. You really should’ve known better. 

“I…I just, trying to control my voice I guess..” You tried to explain. 

Oswald blinked rapidly as his eyebrows furrowed. “Why? There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Oh, please, Ozzie…I-I know it can sound rather..pitchy and that’s probably aggravating.” 

“Says who? I never said that.” He looked over at you. “Did someone say that to you?” 

“No, no! I…um…well..figured it was a safe assumption.”

“Well, you know that old saying about assuming..” Oz nudged his shoulder against yours. 

You giggled. “It’s just I’ve been told that…before by others.”

“I think you know me well enough to know I’m not like the others, darling.”

“I know, I do know. And I love you for it…tremendously.” You leaned your head on his shoulder. 

Oswald kissed your head. “And I love you, sweetheart. You and your voice, don’t lower it or change it for anyone.” 

The Batman (2004) Penguin:

Oswald has a difficult time computing this. Like have…have you heard his voice? It sounds like his vocal chords are going through a cheese grater (his thoughts not mine, I love this wee gremlin). He knows his voice isn’t the most soft, tender, or elegant voice in the world, but it’s his and he’s proud of it. 

For you to have such a beautiful and bright voice, only to be so unsure about it to were you’re barely speaking above a whisper…it hurts him. 

“Hey, Y/N…why do you do that?” Oswald asked. 

The two of you had just gotten back to your shared apartment after a date. You had been whispering and speaking in a hushed tone all night. Often having to repeat yourself to him. 

“Do what, Ozzie?” You questioned as softly as a feather. 

“Like that! Whispering, all quiet. That’s not your normal voice.” 

You bit your lip, you managed to get through the whole night speaking in a more refined tone. You never suspected he would actually caught on to it. 

“Well, um…I just…” You sighed. “I didn’t want to ruin the night with my squeaks and shrills..” You mumbled. 

“You…” Oswald shook his head in disbelief. “You didn’t…you wouldn’t ruin the night. I missed your voice all night! I love your squeals and squeaks, they’re adorable! Just like you!” He exclaimed, waddling over to you and taking your hands in his. 

“Wait…really?” 

“Of course! Is that why you were talking all muddled and hushed? If anyone has a problem with your voice, they’re gonna have to answer to me about it!” He snarled. 

You giggled and combed your fingers through his spiky orange hair. “Thank you, Ozzie” You squeaked. 

“Don’t mention it, sweet thing. Glad to have your voice back!” 

Batman Unlimited Penguin: 

You really should know better than to speak so softly. His ears aren’t exactly what they used to be. 

“My dear, I’m sorry, could you say that again, perhaps a bit louder?” 

You two were in the middle of planning the grand-opening of the new aviary at the Gotham Zoo. You held the itinerary of the events and a spare map of the entire aviary. 

“Oh, uh…yeah, sorry, Oswald.” You stammered. 

“You’ve been speaking low and soft all day, do you have something ailing you, beloved?” 

“I-I-uh…no…not exactly. I-I’m fine.” You insisted, straightening out the papers in hand to try and focus back on the job at hand. 

Oswald had other ideas. He grabbed the items from your hand and shoved them down and out of view. 

“Oswald-I’m fine! Honest!”

He just looked at you, deep into your eyes. Oz’s eyes never wavered, but yours did. Your pupils constantly darting back and forth, left and right. 

“Y/N…I’d like to think we’ve grown close enough to discuss anything that troubles us.” 

Your heart sunk at just how hurt he sounded, not out of anger or sadness, just confused. 

“I’m sorry,” You piped up at normal pitch. “I-I didn’t mean to make you worry, I just know my…normal voice can be…a lot.”

“What do you mean, dearest? I can never get enough of your voice…has someone told you to change it?” 

“I-I, well, no…not recently anyway.” 

Oswald sighed. If anyone knew about the cruelities of human perception to even the slightest flaw or suspected abnormalities it would be him. 

He offered you a soft smile. “Y/N, my dearest, darling Y/N. I will always love you just as you are. Voice, and all. I would never ever ask you to change a thing. And anyone who has wish they could change something in themselves but can’t. And they weren’t worth your time or energy anyway.”

You found yourself smiling back at Oz. 

Oswald let his hand go from the documents and let you lift them back up to view. 

“Please, my love, one more time. With your one true beautiful voice.” 

You leaned down to the side of his face and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “With pleasure, Ozzie!” 

[knifvd]

               it's   an   odd   feeling     .   never  been   accustomed  to  it  ,   this  tightness  in  her  chest   ,  in  THROAT   ,  feel   it  close   up   ;   face  heating  up   ,   pink  scattering  itself  across  her  cheeks   .      (         oh    ,   how   you're   so  easily  undone  ,   by  something  so  SIMPLE   as  a  few  lilting  words  and  teasing  tone   .   does  he  know  ?   does  he  know  the  power  he  holds  ?   you're  not  sure  .  he'd  tell  you  to  JUMP   ,  with  biting  words  you'd  ask  how  high   .  it's  a  different  side  he  so  easily  BRINGS   out  of  you   .   there's  no  pressure  .  no  STIFFNESS  .  you  don't  have  to  be  SAGE  .  you  don't  have  to  be  adored  leader  .   for  once  ,   for  once  in  your  goddamned  life  ,  you  can  be  you  .   you   grasp  onto  that  :  some  silvered  slim  of  IDENTITY  that  isn't  attached  to  being  a  MOTHER  HEN   ,  to  some  kind  of  coolness   ,  to   some  enigma  of  a  person  they've  painted  you  as  ,   you  cling  to  the  idea  that  someone  can  see  you  as  more  than  just  ...  a  soldier   .     )

              it's   a   moment   ,   but  as  much  as  she  is  softness  ,  she  is  SOLDIER   :  clicks  clip  back  into  the  GUN   ,  a  finality  .  a  period   .              ❛       no   ,   i'm  just  FLUSTERED   ,      ❜       sets  it  down  ,  eyes  averted   ,   but  it's  a  certain  kind  of  embarassment  that  joins  itself  with  that  of  what  he's  CREATED    ---   that  of  naivety  .  shrugs  ever  so  GENTLY  .        ❛      you  don't  exactly  hear  those   kind  of  things  at  the  MONESTARY  ...         ❜       an  odd  TRUTH  to   fall  from  chapped  lips  ,   sets  weapon  on  table  with  practiced  EASE   .        ❛      sorry  if  my  reaction  isn't  exactly  what  you  expected   .        ❜      

          although   she'll   give  a  small  UPTURN  of  the  lips  at  his  reaction  .   it's   cute   .   to  see  him  so  FLUSTERED   ,   rogue  turned  so  easily  docile   by  a   TRUTH   she's   more  than   willing   to   give   ,   time  and  time   again   if  only  he'd   ask   .          ❛      of   course  .   i  wouldn't  say  that  if  it  weren't  true  ,        ❜        sage   says  simply  ,        ❛      i  notice  everything  ,   yoru  .   i'm   not  gonna  tell  you  when   ,      ❜    a   chuckle   ,  flush  to  come  back  to  her  CHEEKS  ,          ❛      it  is  just  hard  to  not   notice  .  you're  just   ...  a  pretty  person  ,   i  suppose  .  although  i'll implore you to not tell jett  .   she'll  give  me  HELL  if  she  finds  out  i  said  that  .     ❜      a   pause   ,   to  raise  her  eyebrow  at  the  OTHER   .          ❛       any   other   quick  witted  comments   ?      ❜      

Cont. || X || @knifvd​ Eyebrows raise whenever the usually stoic demeanor she defaulted to is lost to rosy cheeks and fumbled movements. There haven’t been a lot of moments where he’s seen her look hesitant or out of place, usually composed with whatever self-motivated nonsense she and the old man liked to preach around base. He didn’t consider his comment anything out of the ordinary, an observation he made just now after actually paying her any mind. Granted, he didn’t have a lot of opportunities to observe her from this close, nor did he always take them when he did.  Was their gracious leader flustered?

Yoru smirked, amused by the sudden shift in her composure by such a simple comment. He barely said anything remarkable and she was already so beside herself it was hard to focus on his aim. The weapon in his hands is lowered, arms resting casually at his side while his body turns to face her, now intrigued. “What was that?” He doesn’t quite catch whatever it is she mumbles, the sound of it completely foreign to him but the way she says it certainly isn’t. Call it a bad habit but he had a tendency to dig once it was clear he struck something.

“What’s the matter, forgot how to hold a gun? Don’t make me do everything for you.” He was actually amused, he’d never seen her like this before and now that he had, it was difficult to let it go so easily. As side that wasn’t quite polished and proper, crumbling over a few simple words. He dare say flustered was a good look for her. But he hesitates. That isn’t the response he’s expecting and his weight shifts ever so slightly to compensate for his own embarrassment, trying hard to hide it behind that common smirk. “Really?” There’s disbelief in his tone that speaks for him, almost scoffing. His eyes, pretty? “Since when have you had time to notice?”