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i. Interactions

This blog is selective – please don’t take it personally if I don’t follow back! I also write only with mutuals. I welcome canons, duplicates, ocs, and multimuse blogs! 

ii. Writing

I prefer a mixture of casual chats and multi-paragraph replies, usually leaning on the latter. However, I tend to reply to shorter threads a lot faster... I know myself. I just ask your replies sort of match the length of mine. Also no need to format your posts or use icons – I’m not picky.

iii. Shipping

Although I love shipping, my main requirements for ships are for chemistry to be present between muses and for you to ask me first! I will extend the same courtesy to you. Any content that is NSFW I request be conducted off of tumblr, and for that sort of stuff I require the writing partner to be 18+, no exceptions or compromises.

iv. Activity

I currently work a full time job and run some other blogs – as well as sometimes taking breaks from tumblr in general, just to keep this a fun hobby. This blog is low activity in terms of threads, but I also lurk a lot so feel free to drop a line if you still want to plot or anything.

v. Communication

Inbox is always open for ic interations. For ooc chat I use tumblr’s IM system and will sparingly share out my discord. Feel free to chat, plot, or vent to me anytime. I’m here for you. If you think I lost a thread, poke me. If you want to drop a thread? That’s just fine too, you’re not required to give me a heads up. I just want you to be comfortable, so no worries.

vi. DNF

Please do not follow if you are transphobic/homophobic/racist, or anti-anti. (If you believe that fiction ≠ reality and will roleplay topics such as pedophilia or incest.) I will not tolerate any form of incest here or “aged up” minor characters. Additionally if you actively participate in a/b/o or mpreg roleplays or plots, please just move along.

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Coming up behind him, Ikkaku handed Cora a hand-carved pipe. Not exactly the finest craftsmanship but it was functional and similar to the one her grandfather had always used. "Happy Father's Day to the ship's dad," she said, pressing a kiss to Cora's temple. "I know you're more of a cigarette guy, but...well, I made it myself, but it's ok if you don't use it. Just wanted to show a little appreciation is all."

“Oh-” he began, eyes following the form of the pipe, noticing the hand-carved craftsmanship. He was no pipe connoisseur but it looked decent and was full of thought. Despite himself, Corazón smiled a wide grin when he felt the soft kiss to his temple, highly amused at the idea of being the ship’s dad. Part of the crew was older than him!

He has never been a morning person. He likes the comfort of his bed, whenever he has the privilege to find one, even more when his mattress is shared with someone he loves. The emptiness of the sheets made him understand right away that Rocinante was an early riser this morning, and that burning smell coming from the little kitchen, in that wooden cabin, a hint regarding his intentions to feed the both of them despite his atrocious cooking skills. Cute. Enel smiles, his arctic eyes closed for now, before he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, and decides to join his handsome blond lover standing near the oven.

He wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him closer, his mouth traveling on the top of his shoulders, quite in a certain needy mood. “I didn’t know you had a death wish right in the morning. You’re five seconds away from burning the whole place down, you know that, Roci?” Enel teases, wondering if they will have to part anytime soon, now that they have been together for a few days. He saw Rocinante preparing his clownish outfit yesterday…

Eager, and selfish, Enel applies a bit of pressure over his lover’s hips, forcing him to turn around and focus his attention on his persona. Right there, he traps him against the kitchen’s island, his mouth traveling over his pecs, before he puts himself on his tiptoes to kiss those lips he adores so much. His intentions are clearly shown in the way he’s adding passion to their mouthy exchange, his tongue breaking the barrier of his lips, sliding inside of his lover’s cavity, both of their bodies colliding in the motion. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he doesn’t care if Rocinante is starving; he’s looking for another kind of fun. However, to prevent any unwelcome accident, one of his hands moves from his body to the oven, and turns it off for now.

That sentence leaving Rocinante’s throat is what he has been looking for. His smirk widens, before he pulls on his belt, nodding, his lips attacking his neck once again. “Yes, that’s exactly where we’re heading.” Enel mutters, using a bit of strength to motion their bodies, and throws his birdy clumsy man right onto the the mattress… and without damages, hopefully.

     with the gun being pointed at his head, usopp had no other choice than to stay still. he had his weapon in his hand, but with the man standing to his side with his gun to his temple, usopp wouldn’t have a shot. 

     and then he got an idea. 

          “point that thing somewhere–ELSE!” and he used the hilt of kabuto to aim for the back of the man’s knee, hoping to make him buckle down and lose his balance.

It hadn’t been kind of the guy to make him lose his balance like that, but then again... it hadn’t been kind of Corazon to point a gun like that. He wasn’t a man who enjoyed the look of fear in others’ eyes, and he took no pleasure in his work. Yet here upon the ground, the man took a moment before sitting up, not bothering to stand as he tucked the flintlock pistol away, swapping it for a pack of cigarettes.

“... ... ...” Silence lingered heavily as he lit up, taking a draw of smoke, seeming to study the sharpshooter.

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Doflamingo's steps were heavy, there was no signature smirk when he opened the door to his brother's room. He stood there for a second, menacingly watching him as if he had put the house on fire, then quickly moved, grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it right into Rocinante's face. ❝ Fufufu~ You should've seen the look on your face! ❞

Was he... in trouble for some reason? Did his brother find everything out? Cautious caramel gaze carefully watched his elder sibling with dark look on his face like he was about to scold him, Rocinante lowering his newspaper to show he was listening. But it didn’t matter – Doffy moved quickly, snatching a pillow and throwing it at him. Thankfully he was already sitting or he might’ve fallen over from the suddenness of it all. 

Doflamingo knew his brother, or at least he wanted to claim he knew his brother. The sibling bond they shared, the mutual understanding so unique to siblings something he had never questioned before. Yet, his younger brother had proven, quite deviously at that, that he was not only able to hide things from him, but purposely hide things from him.

Even as his fake smile was plastered across his face, even if the younger understood Doflamingo was pissed off, still he refused to start the conversation, still he tried to prolong the inevitable. He was given a chance to open up, to come clean with his secret. He should know, however, that he’s not marrying anyone without HIS permission.

Rocinante has chosen. So be it.

He will learn of his mistake the more uncomfortable way. ❝ When did you plan to inform me, before or after your wedding ceremony? Did you even consider for a second I would want to know about it? About you and your Birkan fiancé, hmm~?  ❞

Would he get more into information about Rocinante’s chosen one, or stick his nose especially where it wasn’t supposed to be? The later, of course. ❝Who is the top and who is the bottom in this relationship of yours? ❞

Of course he loved his brother, he always had despite everything. Family was important, after all... but he also knew his brother. That the man was unpredictable to most, that he liked to control those around him like pawns, and that he cherished family above all. Well, what remained of it. Rocinante refused to accept the rest as family. So he had found a little slice of heaven for himself, fiercely shielding his lover from prying eyes as best he could lest that be ripped from his arms as well by Doflamingo.

His brother pried nonetheless, asking questions he certainly had considered before, though he had come to answers that the other might not have enjoyed to hear. As always, Rocinante remained silent, lips drawing into a thin line of umbrage. Oh how he hated this. But not nearly as much as he hated the next question, his brother clearly taunting him with a very personal question.

It was immature of him to simply lift a hand, shoving Doffy’s face in his own silent protest at being asked such a question about his sex life. From his brother of all people-!! He doubted it came from a place of concern for safe bedroom practices, just a way to get under his skin instead. But the cards played had worked – Rocinante was much more willing to discuss the former questions as compared to the latter, finally pulling out his notepad and pen, scribbling furiously, messy handwriting betraying his irritated and stressed state of mind.

       Why would he run when he could just step aside and trip him?

       “I don’t want it either.” As if that wasn’t already obvious. He’d only had it in the first place because it seemed to be some local bakery’s idea of a promotion.        Which clearly meant the best use of it was to use said bread as a projectile weapon instead of just throwing it out.

       Law cracked a grin, shifted his weight- casual. “It does fly well though.” He’s definitely just being a shit.

Sure enough, the other had tripped him and sure enough, it had worked. Corazón tumbled, legs over head before he crashed unceremoniously to the ground. Ooh he wanted to kick Law’s ass for being such a damn brat and teach him some manners.