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[highwind91]

Naotsugu, you are a 6 ft man-child with impossible armour and Tetra is coming to steal your waifu. 

Shut up this is what happened afterwards in episode 24

[dcstiny-archive-blog]

not-ashamed-of-my-assassin-roots:

He looked at her, unable to repress a sneer. The friendly conversation that they had shared seemed to have made a turn for the worse from the other day.

{☩} — “Too bad. On this occasion, you will find that I am correct.”

   She pursed her lips, running tongue over firm teeth as her gaze remained on the man's face. With a small shake of the head:

              §-- "You only think you're correct.                          Pretty sure you're gonna have                          to tweak your side of the argument...                          a lot."

[littlelostauditore]

not-ashamed-of-my-assassin-roots replied to your post:Little psa: Sorry guys I'm a dumbass

((Don’t worry about the giveaway drawings, I just want you to have fun etc ^_^))

//Aww thanks ;v; *hugs* You're a sweetheart

[ms-maryread]

A New World w/ Not-Ashamed-of-my-Assassin-Roots

Rats are rodents that thrive on scavenging for quick meal, or hunt for one if they must. They are pests. Sneaking into anything and everything, invasive to foreign homelands or housing, overthrowing any natural order. Scourging their habitats, making a sickening mess of things, destroying anything they can gnaw their teeth on. Vicious creatures they are. The more wild, the further they can go from their natural behavior, especially the ones in human civilization. Specifically the rats in high society.

Mary bowed her head.

It is because of rats she no longer is a free woman. It is because of rats she barely breathes. It is because of rats her crew is dead—it is because of rats, her life is a tragedy.

Encompassed in darkness, she could feel their stares. Emotionless beady eyes watching, chattering their teeth in squeaks mocking her. Efforts to shoo the creatures away proved effortless. A great fight she thought she put up, but even a jostling kick against the creaky wood underneath her did nothing but increase the volume of their laughter.

If the circumstances were different, one of them—no! All of them would die with their smiles on their face and she would be the one laughing! But how could she...Mary Read, once a fearsome pirate, now reduced to rubble, a shackled mess and prisoner to rats. The iron around her wrists and ankles already have made their mark on her skin, blood staining the boards and clothes she wore. In the beginning she she was spirited, fighting against the chains, howling curses to any that were willing to listen. But they knew, all of them—those rats. Ignore someone long enough, and they become a victim of their own madness. Layered week old blood was not the only filth caked on her, not when she shares quarters bound on this vessel from hell to unknown lands. Conditions are bad. Some (like she) are barely holding on to life, hoping for revenge, while others provide a gourmet spread for the rats—a sick sample from different nations.

Closing her eyes, Mary prayed as the man to her right just passed. A part of her felt jealous for the freedom he gained, while another pitied. No one would know of the man named Peiter. A young ambitious Dutchman that took to the seas in hopes of entrepreneurial his fresh ideas to the world. Now he is just another treat for whatever may devour his soulless body. Poor thing. Reaching out, the assassin had intentions to let the man sleep with his eyes closed, but even such a simple task she could not accomplish. Damn chains...

However, the abrupt yells of a sailor announcing the sight of land made Mary's heart jump with mirth. Finally—land! This feeling must be what most of her crew felt when just the mere dropping of bird shite pegged her ship's deck. Rattling the iron, Mary could not contain her excitement. Ideas sprang forth in her mind, planning out her next move to be free, or at least kill as many as she could before joining Peiter. Suddenly the rude evasiveness of light burned her eyes, hissing like a creature of lore hiding behind skinny fingers trying to see whom broke through the darkness.

Him. That bastard... If ones eyes could become daggers, Mary's did. Tricorn hat, navy colors in some off regalia, and those eyes—ones that cut through not giving a damn about anything...Sneering is not the only thing the pirate gave her detainee.

“ 'aytham...” a synthetic smile flashed his way.