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@seaoftales wrote: "You must admit you have a talent for attracting trouble!" / for Luffy from Ace
Angry & Irritated Sentences, Vol. 28
his brother seemed annoyed - not that it particularly phased the younger - and luffy reached a bandaged hand over to give ace a pat on the shoulder. " trouble is where all the fun is! " he laughed, tugging at a particularly tight bandage at his shoulder. absently, as if not realizing he was ruining the integrity of the wrappings on the wounds. he's not even looking at ace, his attention is mosly fixated on something else in the distance " so i guess it's like how gramps said once - i seek out trouble, not the other way around. "
Hey so my laptop has been banned from work so I can't properly be on most of my blogs during my work hours anymore. This doesn't mean I won't go around talking on Dis/co/rd ( crowaniism btw, in case you wanna talk shop ) but that does mean that most of my blogs will be PRIMARILY queue based from the hours of 6p-6a MST/MDT Sun-Tues and every other Wed, including tonight.
I will TRY to get drafts and stuff done between here and my other blogs on mobile, or at least writing ( I use the dis/co/rd webhooks so I do see all asks and reblogs ) but expect the most activity to be from here and not formatted if it is.
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PROMPTS FROM WICKED * assorted dialogue from the screenplay, adjust as necessary
it's good to see me, isn't it?
no need to respond. that was rhetorical.
because there has been so much rumor and speculation... innuendo, outuendo... let me set the record straight.
why does wickedness happen?
that's a good question.
like every family, they had their secrets.
one thing led to another, as it so often does.
i'm right here. i always will be.
you want to see something wonderful?
what have you done this time?
now you've made your sister cry.
you see... it couldn't have been easy.
as you can imagine, i have much to attend to.
is it true you were her friend?
you must understand, it was... a long time ago.
remember, it's not goodbye, it's farewell.
they're going to miss me so much.
you know what i believe? strangers are just people i've never met.
what? what are you staring at? do i have something in my teeth?
let's get this over with.
i for one am sorry that you're forced to live with this.
it's my intention to major in sorcery.
perhaps i could help.
offering to help someone you don't know with a skill you don't have. i'm sure everyone's duly impressed.
i could care less what other people think.
i doubt that's true.
i'll miss you.
if anything should happen to her...
you can of course come visit me whenever you want!
how tragically beautiful you are.
i just need to find my room.
this was my chance. my new start.
magic is merely the mind's attempt to wrap itself around the impossible.
i shall tutor you privately.
thank you for covering for me.
how long have you had this talent?
if you can learn to use your powers in the right way...
do you really think this is fair?
i'm just shutting the door.
i saved you some space, by the way.
how did you do it? tell me.
i can keep a secret.
some of us are different.
we cannot escape the past.
the past helps explain our present circumstances.
who is responsible for this?
it's all right. i have no friends.
once you learn to harness your emotions, the sky's the limit.
this is much bigger than just some words on a chalkboard.
is this how you go through life, running amok, nearly trampling anyone in your path?
i guess there's a first time for everything.
were you looking for something? or someone?
i met the rudest person last night.
what do you do for fun around here?
i would do anything for you.
it was nothing. i love helping others.
i'm about to have the happiest night of my life!
i don't follow.
what's in the punch?
i don't feel sorry for you! you're great!
my personal opinion is that you do not have what it takes.
i hope you prove me wrong. i doubt you will.
i can't watch.
it's not like it's your fault.
may i cut in?
that was your very first party?
you tell me a secret.
you really don't have to do that.
i can't wear things like that anyway.
pink goes good with green.
i'm afraid it's out of our hands.
you're not being told the whole story.
somebody's got to do something!
you think i'm really stupid, don't you.
you don't need to be scared of me.
you think i want to be this way?
so i should just keep my mouth shut? is that what you're saying?
you're bleeding.
this is your chance to make good.
i've heard so much about you.
i am changing my name.
don't you cry. you're going to have the wonderfullest time.
something bad is happening to them. they need you.
what did i tell you?
you've known all along... from the moment you met me.
you must trust me.
that's why i need you.
i meant every word about you having a home here.

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Perospero had expected a rat or one of his siblings visiting him in the middle of the night to steal food from his fridge, despite him knowing that they had food in their own fridge. What he hadn't expected was the god damned Strawhat captain crouching under his table like some sort of beast. He stood in his pajamas with a broom in one hand and a spray bottle of water in the other.
He stared to aggressively spray the captain with the water, his grip on the broom tightening, ❝ Haven't you done enough you rubbery bastard? At least clean up the mess you made underneath my table!❞
luffy sputtered a little as the water got in his face, but he barely flinched at it, lifting a hand to pull the water off of his face only to get sprayed again - and in the eye, no less. ow!
" alright, alright - " he took a step back and held a hand up to block the sprays. " fine! "
not really the type to seek help unless he was desperate for it, which is why killer had not spoken up about the injury he had sustained. he hadn't felt it necessary to speak about it. though, it seems he seems to be suffering the consequences of that decision as breathing was starting to feel like a mission. but at least he wasn't bleeding out - but that was just due to him having fixed the issue himself.
though, right now it's seeming like the injury was worse then he originally thought and it's too late to go to his own ship's doctor. "it's fine. nothing i can't handle." not really but law didn't need to know that. he would be okay in the long run. his injuries can be looked at later. "just... need a minute is all." killer is just lucky it's law here and not kid, because his friend would easily call him out on his bullshit.
the doctor bit back a sigh, letting out the air through his nose instead as his eyes wandered over killer's form in a quick check. from what he could see there didn't seem to be any bleeding or obvious gashes or bruising -- but that could be for a number of reasons, including the other having taken it upon himself to apply some sort of tourniquet, or that the wound was closer to the central part of his body. he shuffled forward, resting kikoku to the side. " you say that, yet you seem more winded than someone who is... ' fine '. "
@seabxund sent: " are you going to stand there and gawk or are you going to heed my warning? " the massive dark-feathered bird tilted it's head, as it stared down from the mast. it's weight tilted the boat but only ever so slightly. " i told you, these waters are unsafe to travel due to a large storm. you'd be better staying put until morning than trying to leave tonight. " ⇶ Ryker && Nami
Was that . . . a talking bird? Had the tavern in town served them bread with ergot? No . . . Sanji would have detected that contamination immediately. Wormwood-infused alcohol? Or maybe she had fallen ill, and this was a febrile hallucination? A veil of spun fire whirled as she shook her head. No. It was none of those things. From what she could recall during her time on Zou, Nami learned that minks had mammalian features. There was one rational explanation: this had to be a Devil Fruit. The grip tightened on her baton. Indignance forced her delicate features to crumple. "I don't remember asking for your opinion," Hissed the navigator, her lips curled to a snarl. The warning had been issued during their supply run, but making port was never meant to be an all-day affair. While she could detect a drop in pressure, she was convinced that the jet stream would move it past them. The worst-case scenario she predicted was a short burst of intense rain and waves. She was certain they had been through worse. She was confident in the integrity of the Sunny's hull. The questioning of her intelligence—by a male voice no less—only incensed her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing on our ship?"
unprompted
the giant raven stared down at her, its wings drawn up and it's head tilted as it watched her. it let out what sounded like the slightest of sighs before it opened its wings slightly. wind caught in them and it shifted the ship a bit, before one again it closed them -- as they closed, the feathers melted away to reveal a young, dark haired man, perched in a crouch on the yard of the sail with his hand on the mast. perhaps his human form would be less intimidating. " giving a warning to a proud sailor who think's the weather here is average, even for the new world. " he hadn't meant to get clippy with her, or anyone on the ship, really. it was very obviously the straw hat's ship ( what else would it be? ) and he knew he needed to leave before it turned into a war declaration between them and the drifters. " all i'm saying is a suggestion, take it or leave it. "
❛ stop fussing— this isn’t my blood.. ❜ meme [ 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ] | @seabxund
A brow rose in question as she looked at Sabo, she tilts her head slightly as she takes in the blood that he was covered in. "Not fussing, just ," Sug says with a shrug of her shoulder before crossing her arms against her chest. Being covered in blood wasn't a normal thing to be - but she's glad it wasn't his. "Is the other dead, or just injured?" Sug injuries.
the blonde hissed softly as he moved his hand away from his arm. no cuts, no blood of his own - but definitely a bruise or two. damn haki. he glanced down at his hand, before looking back up. " dead, thankfully, but not really my fault. " he placed his hand back on his arm and moved to stand next to her. " can't really help using a shield if i don't want sea stone imbedded in me. "
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The night was as calm it could be for mercenaries. The waves gently swaying with the breeze and rocking about with the ship gliding over them. It was a group from Buggy's Delivery; returning after helping quite a well-paying group with some petty fight between them and another bout of people that no one could bother remembering the names of.
As the ship swayed a man emerged from below the deck, scratching the top of his head whilst bumping into something every now and then. It was no surprise considering the man couldn't see anything unless the noise of others helped bring light to his surroundings.
The man, whilst cursed by his Devil Fruit to remain blind for the rest of his days, had the capability to see ever so slightly via 'some sort of visual echolocation' as he would call it. Water ripples of sight would welcome his eyes and help him see the environment but also where someone or something may be trying to lurk.
It was quite the helpful power but it didn't help that he still wasn't able to see; often hurting himself because his footsteps were far too quiet. The silence was thanks to his family's lineage of sickly sly people - the Hyenas. Though now he's left those days behind even if it meant having to fight his own flesh and blood to survive.
But that was of no concern now - the only concern he had was getting home to his girlfriend. They had been so far apart and he couldn't bear it. He knew she was busy these days but Augustin couldn't keep himself from moping about the entire way back.
"Has there been any signs of life?" He mumbled to a mercenary that was resting against the railing of the ship.
Augustin was only aware of his presence thanks to the incessant tap tap tap of his boot against wooden floors. It would've normally irritated him but after waking up from such a long sleep he just couldn't bring himself to care much at all.
"Nothin'... I think that damned navigator got us lost." The man would grumble.
This would result in Augustin giving a few hard pats on the man's back, too tired to be aware of how harsh he's being. The other would gripe a bit; swatting Augustin's hand away - and yet right before he was going to tell the scrawny man to bug off he saw a peculiar sight.
"S'that a boat over there? Looks about halfway into the island." He spoke whilst squinting, hand resting against his brow as if it were going to do him any good. "I'll be damned, some poor sod s'done crashed into it." A chuckle escaping him. "Should we do anything about it?" Augustin would lean against the railing, carefully, and look over as if he could see what was happening too.
"I s'pose we could flip a coin on it. I got one, heads or tails?" The man would ask.
"Tails, it's my unlucky side but it don't land often." The other would chuckle, head falling back a bit as he took in the breeze. Augustin wasn't much for staying away from his beloved any longer but it couldn't hurt to indulge in a little bit of banter.
The man would flip the coin into the air, catch it, and blindly rest it on the back of his hand. He would hesitate before looking - eyebrows raised before looking to Augustin.
"... Tails, let's go see what's over there."
"T-..Tails? There's no way! Tap on your hand, it let me see." He didn't want to believe it but the other would tap on his own hand, lighting up the visual of the coin ever so slightly - but he could even tell that the man wasn't lying. Groaning he would rest his head in his hands before tapping around to find his way about, gathering others to help dock the boat at the side of the minor crash.
Luckily they weren't too far out and it surprisingly had the rest curious too; though that's only a given after being on the waters for so long that just about anything slightly interesting would be better than sailing for so long.
Once docked, after some issues from getting a bit turned about, the group would carefully exit the ship and glance around the island. There wasn't much to look at, any other small island would look just the same.
"You sure anyone was even over here?" One man asked, and the man from before would answer.
"Well I never said I saw.... anyone." He seemed a bit confused after delving a little deeper, glancing down to find a strange man resting against a tree. "Augustin, mind comin' over here?" He'd ask; not taking his eyes off the man in case the resting was just a ploy to get his guard down.
One of the others helped Augustin find his way over before finally standing next to the man he had been speaking to. "Something the matter?" He would ask, hands on his hips as if he wanted to wrap this up already. Something made him uneasy. A coin landing on tails, a shipwrecked man who did nothing but unnerve his current crew as well. Things weren't looking too good for him this night. He just hoped and prayed to anything listening that he'd soon be able to return home to his love.
"I swear I've seen this kid somewhere... I don't remember where but all I know is this isn't good new for us." The man spoke whilst moving away a bit. Confused, Augustin would let out a boisterous laugh - "What?! Some poor sod who barely has a poor excuse of a boat is causin' you troubles?" Rolling his eyes with a sigh escaping his throat he would slowly find his way onto the sandy floor.
There was no way the man before him could be anything too bad to handle, of course there were some things pointing to being unlucky this night - but fighting someone strong or scary felt far too out of reach.
Grabbing a thin rock from the sand he would poke the sleeping man with it carefully. "Aye, wake up won'cha? Yer saved ya poor thing." He joked, awaiting for the man to awake.
the seas of the grand line were nothing but hell to someone like faustus. he longed for the days of his childhood where the skies seemed to always be calm, the stronger people around him - the merchants who had adopted him - teaching him the ways of the ocean that felt like home. it seemed now, however, all the jinx was destined for was storms and destruction. grey skies followed him now, a trail of unusual occurrences, and a reputation as one of the most unlucky people on the seas - so much so that many pirates even refused to share the same ship as the poor man. faustus had thought he'd hit a stroke of luck for once, with blue skies and fair winds for most of his trip from a major island chain. however, the storm had come in unexpectedly, not unusual for the grand line - much less so for the new world - and had thrown the poor ravenette's ship into the cliffside of small island, one that the log poses tended to drift from due to the pulls of larger islands.
it seemed that luck was somehow still with him, though, as grey eyes blinked open to unfamiliar sights and sounds. there was a man before him, speaking in a way that confused him at first. the rock is sharp, persistent enough to waken his concussed mind. " wh... saved...? " he muttered back. " what... happened...? " faustus' hand moved to the pocket of his jacket, and upon the absence of metal and glass, his eyes widened in a bolt of pure panic, his words as he stumbled to his feet a mix of ' where ' and ' pose '.

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to everyone writing secondary canon characters / characters from media with small or no fandom: i see you, you’re wonderful and i love you.
you’re probably feeling like your blog suffers from middle child syndrome: roleplay edition, and you’re not wrong.
you don’t get the “perks“ of writing a canon muse because virtually no one recognises your muse, no one flocks to you with ship and plot ideas, but neither you get the praise and love for ocs even though you too have to come up with most information and history for your muse because there’s so little of it in its source material.
but! you’re giving a voice and exploring a character that would be ignored otherwise and there’s something very magical about that.
i can assure you someone out there came across the fandom you write for or gave that show/book/movie a try and when the character came on screen they thought of you, they remembered your muse because you breathe life into it no matter how little screentime or lines they had in canon.
don’t give up, you’re doing amazing.
HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS
a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.
THE HURT:
“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”
“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all.”
“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”
“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”
“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”
“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”
“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”
“I think I need help.”
“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”
“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”
“No, I’m okay, I just… I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”
“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”
“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”
“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”
“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”
“I’ve got a headache.”
“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”
“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”
“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”
“I think I’m running a fever.”
“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”
“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”
“Can I stay with you tonight? I just… really don’t want to be alone right now.”
“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”
“I… can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”
“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”
THE COMFORT:
“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I think you’d better take a break.”
“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”
“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”
“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”
“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”
“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”
“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”
“Let’s get you some food.”
“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”
“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”
“Tell me where it hurts.”
“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”
“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”
“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”
“What happened to you, baby?”
“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”
“You look like shit, man.”
“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”
“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”
“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?”
Angry & Irritated Sentences, Vol. 28
(Angry and irritated sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"I don't even understand you half the time."
"And that is exactly what bad ethics and zero impulse control will get you!"
"We stay out of other people's business out here, if you catch my drift."
"I have no intention of running around like a rat in a maze until we're dead! I'm going back!"
"Were you spying on me?"
"What exactly is your point?"
"You think I'm dumb, don't you?"
"You'll do as you're told."
"Why do you insist on provoking him?"
"What is wrong with men today?"
"You blew up my plane!"
"Do you feel better after slapping me?"
"Are you bringing home strays now?"
"You do your job and I'll do mine."
"Can I make a suggestion that doesn't involve violence?"
"You like reminding me of my past, don't you?"
"I don't know which I feel most: relief or anger."
"It's all an act with you, isn't it?"
"Oh. You're moody again."
"I must warn you that my patience is not inexhaustible."
"You must admit you have a talent for attracting trouble!"
"Is small talk a way you deal with your anxiety?"
"You're about as subtle as a train wreck!"
"With respect, I am capable of retaining more than one thought in my mind at the same time."
"This isn't a toy! You could have gotten hurt!"
"Do you want congratulations? Some praise? Well, you better get it somewhere else because I'm just about done with your bullshit."
"There's no way I can convince you that you're wrong, is there?"
"Pull yourself together! There's no reason to be frightened!"
"Don't ever defy me again."
"They think you're behaving foolishly. I must say, I agree."
"I can't talk to you right now!"
"I find you amusing up until a point, but you've passed that."
"How can you be so cold?"
"You're on thin ice!"
"You have an obtuse manner which some people find ingratiating. I do not. Do you follow me?"
"Every time you start becoming acceptable, you start making trouble again!"
I'm gonna probably try to read more OP tonight, try to catch up more. Work isnt all that strenuous now so i have some time. I'm mostly caught up on replies too, except a couple of stubborn muses. if you wanna talk im on mobile over at @rowanberryhub and its blogs but if you want my di/scor/d
the other might be pressing down a little too hard, but zoro doesn't mind the added pressure. It was honestly nice to feel looked out for once by the captain as he relaxed his tense shoulder. The swordman still looked over their form, in case of any scratches or bleeding they're both not seeing, but seeing how there were none, he could stop worrying over them. "I think it's best to go see Chopper, don't want you to hold your hand on the wound all day." The male suggested. He knew the their doctor is somewhere frantically trying to find them.
"I told you, I'm fine. And I never thought thought you were babysitting, anyways." He doesn't want to be a burden, but he doesn't say it out loud for them to hear, there doesn't need to be. He needed to present himself as a strong individual if he wanted to their captain's swordsman.
" fine or not, i'm here now and i'm taking care of you, zoro. " luffy seemed definitely more preoccupied by his determination to see this through. he wasn't about to let the swordsman be stubborn about this, especially not when he was right there and he could help somehow -- even if it'd just end up hurting more. the captain set the cloth he was using aside and sat for a moment, inspecting the wound, leaning probably more close than he had to and definitely overthinking how he was going to help the other wrap it. he looked up at zoro's face for a moment, before moving to grab the bandages.

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it was something else for usopp to actually get excited for them to make landfall on a new island, the thought of experimenting on the weapons that he had brought with him from boin, though? it was outweighing the fear of stepping foot on an unknown territory, that was for sure.
when sanji spoke on how it was up to him if he wanted to or not, he was a little too quick to burst out.
"no no! i want to!" he said as he glanced around the ship, making sure their captain hadn't been listening in on them talking about dealing with potential explosives. "but--maybe we should keep this between us, i don't want luffy to know about this and have him doing something stupid."
a slight laugh slipped from sanji's lips. ever the inventor was usopp, wanting to tinker with whatever he could get his hands on and more than excited when suggested something new. he was sensible and responsible, which the blonde appreciated. especially when it came to the idea of keeping their captain far away from anything that could blow up in his face, figuratively or literally.
" my lips are sealed. " he hummed softly as he pulled his cigarette from his lips, resting that hand against the railing. " he gets wounded enough as it is, we dont want him creating even more work for poor chopper. "
───☠︎︎🦇🕸 ⚰︎───
❝ Nice, to meet you too, uh...Ryker, ❞ Eros said the other male's name quietly, anxiety crawling its way up his throat at the little intimacy of saying another's name. It felt so ridiculous, even more ridiculous that he felt embarrassed over a new acquaintance saying his name. As awkward as it was for him, he'd always been told by his siblings that he needed to be less hesitant to speak with others. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on cutting the vegetables.
Unaware, he began to sing, quietly enough to where he though the other would struggle to hear him, but he knew the cabin was small. He truly loathed singing in front of others, even getting him to participate in his crew's karaoke nights was like pulling teeth, but he always did like to sing to himself with the ship's cook, always eager to sing along with him excitedly. Hopefully Ryker wouldn't say anything, even a compliment would be far too embarrassing for Eros.
❝ I hope that ya' don't mind spicy food, ❞ he said, glancing over his shoulder again as he sprinkled a good amount of red pepper flakes onto the veggies in the pot, ❝ My oldest siblin' really likes spicy stuff n' so do I. It might help you warm up or somethin' ❞
His singing continued as he placed the full pot onto a burner. It'd be a bit before he was able to add another ingredient so he walked to the other again. He stood in front of Ryker, although he didn't look at him as he spoke, ❝ Hey, um, are ya' hurt or anythin'? I might be able to help ya' with minor injuries. Not that ya' look bad or anythin'! I just, um, wanna help. ❞
the other seemed nervous. the ravenette could sense, to a point, the tension in the other's body. it seemed to be nerves, and it struck him that someone who would be out here in a place like this would probably prefer solitude, and was likely unaccustomed to random bird-men ending up near their shelter in the middle of blizzards. ryker blinked a bit, when he noticed eros had started to ...sing? he wanted to comment, ask what it was he was humming, but the thought that the rather skittish-seeming man would end up clamming up entirely is ultimately what kept his mouth shut. " i have a few cuts on my arms from where i tore through some bushes, i think.. but, aside from that its mostly frostbite or something. " while his body itself seemed to be warming up pretty nicely, extremities like his fingers didn't seem to want to stop their dull, frozen aching. he really wasn't a bird made for winter after all.
" it's nothing i can't handle myself though. "