fighter / loyal

ind. smellerbee. wip.

[freedcmfight]

rules for SMELLERBEE

TLDR;

this is a roleplay blog for smellerbee from a:tla.

this blog is private and highly selective. i am here to write a character i have put a lot of time and development into with my friends.

bee is based on my interpretation of her small amount of screen time. i’m working on a proper about page but for now, if you have q’s, just ask.

this blog is written by danny. i use they/them pronouns. if this cannot be respected, you will be blocked.

i write bee as a trans girl. she/her pronouns only.

bee is underage. she’s 14. leave her alone, pedophiles.

[allgather]

setup is slow, but working on migrating muses from a buncha blogs here for ease. this my be a temp hub while i figure out who i have muse for, whose single-muse blogs are worth keeping up.

muses include:

jounouchi from @impulseduel

shisui and kankuro from @weaponwield

iruka from @scnsei

takeo from (formerly) @kamadc

smellerbee from @freedcmfight

angus from @detectivest

and two new muses:

yuki sohma (fruits basket)

hatsuharu sohma (fruits basket)

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if anyone is interested in writing with bee, I’m moving her to my multi, @allgather ! take care !

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leans all cool-like. hey if you wanna plot w me and w bee .. that’d be pretty sweet.

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freedmfighter​:

              ❛ ❛   I’m   completely   fine.    they   said   it   was   INTERNAL  BLEEDING.       that’s   where   my   blood   is   supposed   to   be.    ❜ ❜

“so true, bestie!” she slaps him on the back at full force. hard enough to slosh around that internal bleeding blood. y’know, make sure it gets where it needs to go.

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me when I think abt bee at all

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so, its been about a year ... but uh. smellerbee reboot o’clock?

[vistarya]

Storyboard adaptation of one of my favorite scenes from EudociaCovert’s The Best Path series on ao3. If you’re not familiar with the series and you’re a Freedom Fighters fan I DEFINITELY recommend checking it out!! This is probably my favorite fic series of all time and it’s super well written and well paced. 🌸

This was a fun experiment and I’m thinking about doing more of these in the future 🤧

[paygeling]

The quality is prolly gonna tank bc it's off my Twitter but

Drummer Smellerbee

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like this to plot with bee of the hidden leaf ! if we’re mutuals, you can add me on disco @ woke yugioh takes#4544

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“technique is for losers. i just bite my opponents and they rertreat. probably because they think i’m rabid.”

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naruto-verse info

bee is a genin from the hidden leaf, though most likely soon she will reach the rank of chunin. she is 14. she specializes in taijutsu and weapons, fighting most often with her knives and short swords. she’s a close-ranger fighter with a lot of grit and resilience. she can use ninjutsu and genjutsu, but they are not her specialities by any means- she generally has a low amount of available chakra, so fighting in hand-to-hand combat is more her style. she’s also good at: espionage, hiding, moving quickly and quietly, undiscovered through the trees that surround the hidden leaf. she’s small for her age but because she is so small she is quicker than her adult opponents and she is much more evasive, able to dodge most attacks. 

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she’s a fucking naruto character now, homies.

[vistarya]

I think we, as a society, do not talk about this information enough.

[kiaraalazulu]

jet ft. smellerbee and longshot

[zukosrattail]

i hope smellerbee knows im thinking about her

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priceofwar​:

Following those weeks and months after the fire nation had taken everything away—his entire world changed, & at once his mistrust grew. There was no one to rely on, only himself. Nothing was secure any longer and people turned on each other quickly. He was just barely surviving, just barely avoiding starvation—until he found others like himself. Those outcast, those on the fringes & they all could name their enemy & come together & do more than survive & fight each other for scraps. Whenever he had found another like him, he saw those same eyes, the same as his—people will hurt you so don’t trust anyone—he could hear it as if it were being screamed, shaking the trees, all the tumultuous emotions bursting forth.

His mothers had tried to protect everyone they could & it had cost them their lives. How could he not be willing to do the same? “ we don’t know that it won’t happen again; we don’t know what else they put in my head-- what other orders.” He shakes his head as if to clear that sunken feeling. It was like being pulled deep under water, limbs heavy, lungs begging for air, burning—seeing everything happen as if far off…& at once too close, the order is easy to follow, easier than anything though he strains and pulls against it.

“ I can’t remember most of it.” I can’t remember a lot about how we got here, what had happened, & it was difficult at times to even pinpoint which were his memories & which were implanted.

He ducks his head, it’s hard to even meet her eyes, shame weighing down. This city has taken everything—he’s no leader, no protector—he fought her & he didn’t stop. He didn’t stop even when he carved into her—he ought to leave, not look back, that would be the best way to protect her. He should go now, but he doesn’t move, just bites into his cheek hard, clenching his fists. “ Letting yourself get hurt isn’t protecting me.” He insists,  knowing he would take any blade for her—stand against anyone, anything—that was his duty, but he taught her the same, didn’t he? “ What if I hadn’t stopped? I didn’t even know if I could..” he should have stopped before, why didn’t he? Why couldn’t he have stopped? Those weeks bleed into one another & he still hears her, crying out.

IRRITATION works it’s way onto her face. bee is so bad at keeping her expression neutral, always quick to show her hand, to let her emotions get the best of her. ( jet teases her often, tells her that, for one so skilled at hiding in the trees and moving without being detected, she is SO EASY to read up close ). when she turns to face jet properly, her shoulder cradled gingerly by her good arm, she looks ready for an argument. determined, jaw set, like she’s about to RIP into him.

“it doesn’t matter. we’ll figure it out.” her words are CERTAIN, though her voice shakes. it’s scary, terrifying, to hear him talk about it. to know that those moments, which bee remembers with every fibre of her being, which keep her up at night and seep into her dreams, are lost to jet forever. bee can’t forget: her aching muscles, her injured shoulder, the scar it’s sure to leave, none of them will let her FORGET.

“oh, sure. that’s RICH coming from you.” irritation twists into anger. or maybe it’s frustration- she never could be angry at jet for long. “letting yourself get hurt isn’t protecting me?” bee imitates him, repeating his words back to him with added vitriol. “jet. that’s the only way any of us know how to protect each other. someone always gets hurt. it’s just a matter of who.”

“what would you have done if it was me?” it’s a question bee knows he doesn’t have an answer to. “would you have been able to- to take me out? no HESITATION, like you said?” her expression remains hard, but her voice quivers. still can’t hold back that emotion, huh bee? 

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bee, age 12: anyways, safety is an illusion you cannot trust anyone even if they want to keep you safe shit happens no one can protect you but your damn self.