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A shout out to @flamingmarco!! Their Marco and art is so wonderful and so amazing. Even if they're busy at the moment and don't have that much time for Tumblr, I find myself smiling each and every time I see a small hint of them on my dash. Keep on rocking birdy!!

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That solemn gaze - it was so blank, that one would be hard-pressed to even describe the surgeon’s visage as an expression. Before the elder pirate even opened his mouth with the second inquiry, he knew, he knew all too well that his regrets in life were elevenfold.           Becoming haunted by Portgas D. Ace for so long- he was never a lucky individual, which was why taking up a cursed blade hadn’t seemed too rash, but perhaps he had stacked too many karmic oddities against his very soul.

  There it was.               The current state of his underwear not-withstanding, as he had the connections and prowess available to acquire more than one pair of boxers, the sordid physician released a sigh, so deep and profound that the gods themselves wouldn’t be able to question his indignation. 

           “Hiken-ya’s turned into something of a poltergeist,         but considering his eat-and-run habits, it shouldn’t be too surprising.                   Don’t worry too much about it, Fushicho-ya.”

Vague words for a stupid occurrence; a small raise of broad shoulders would indicate a dismissive stance about the whole ordeal.       He was probably embarrassed as hell.                      He probably didn’t want to face the First Division Commander for too long. He probably didn’t want to talk about the fallen ‘Hiken no Ace’.           He also sort of wanted to strangle a ghost.

//Well well well, what is this?

Hmph - I think you may have had this all wrong, Marko.

I am by far, the antonym - though I’ll take your attempted compliment in pleasant reflection.

I'll be straight, I really wanted to say something emotional and all, heart destroying - get you guys right in the kokoro with how much you mean to me; to us.   But, as I've said before - I'm at a loss for words. I don't know what to say,    Or to even think -                    When you two come to mind.

We spend our sordid days, even when they're bad, because - just the slightest hope we'll get to speak with you guys soon - even if its the simple communication of a note - it's a brighter world than it was yesterday.

As a brat; having to thank you guys is a struggle; what with my teenage rebelliousness ( 〃´艸｀); but I'd happily take a prison sentence, if it was due to my unnatural obsession with you guys...   Being serious - I can't even begin to explain the things you have done for me - I've said it a thousand times and I'll say it thousands of times more; but thank you.

      Thank you for being amazing writers and gifting us all with the anticipated novella of yours,                        for being friends with a loser like me     for putting up with me and my childish antics - I know I can say things;                                        A lot of things,            but you'll still talk with me till the end of the day (and into tomorrow).         Thank you for being my hopeful stars when the sky gets dark - when it trespasses through the safety of windows,            Thank you for settling my stomach when it's turning upside down,                       for helping me live up to the name that I am; joyful             for being... just some of the greatest things to ever happen to me.                     It is my honour, to regard you as part of my lives.

      And nothing will ever convince me otherwise.

There's not enough words in the English alphabet to define the abstract I feel about our group, not enough words in my mother tongue; not enough for the entire earth and it's languages to help decipher.

  Aliens could abduct me and still ponder as to what extent this child is feeling.

Even myself, I do not comprehend these emotions that drive me - but all I know is that -                                                Law, Ace, Marco

             Thank you,    My dearest brothers - for being alive.

 I hope that when the most daunting of days arrive; these messages will help you divide and conquer.      Because there's nothing more that this little sister would want,                                For you guys;                                         than to just keep on breathing.

             *wipes those frantic tears I have yet to mention*

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--Marco swallowed as he stood in front of the two large graves. How he had ended here; he had no idea. One minute he was in his room, the next he was here on some island.

Was this one of his nightmares? It had to be, because the names that were engraved in those stone memorials couldn’t be true. Yet, it didn’t stop the way his throat constricted on itself. It felt like the air was mocking him, making it hard for him to breath.

The items that were decorated on the graves made the pain swell even more in his chest. Was this his fears brought into one of his nightmares? It wouldn’t be something foreign if it was that. He had woken up covered in cold sweat too many times to count. But this, this was something else. It was so.. real.

Sky blue orbs closed as he felt a familiar presence. Any other time it would have brought a smile to the pale lips. Just not now.