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this will be my world.

@a-bbadon

You’re not sure what carried you here, when you got here, what else there is to this forest. The trees are almost the tallest you’ve seen; the Grand Line holds and cradles so many wonders that this place isn’t entirely just one big shock to you.

The talking animals, though. The way the landscape warps a bit. The way you feel like you’re being watched.

Frankly, it just reminds you of Totto Land. Just a bit, though. There’s a different feel here, and not everything talks, just the animals and strange creatures.

So you’re not sure if this is Big Mom and her children’s doing, or if you landed somewhere else entirely.

Curiosity burns at you. Yet where would you even begin to look? And you’re on bit of a time constraint; the wedding between Pudding and Sanji is …

Wait.

Daytime. It’s bright blue but cloudy, what you can see through the needles and leaves. It must be the morning of the wedding.

And poor little Sanji will have no one to help him get ready …

You think about the beating he got, how soft he is. This is just about the best thing he can do for you and your family, fuck up that he is.

You run your hand over the bark of an evergreen, breathing in the pine.

Maybe you can find this place later.

Maybe you can get answers.

For now, you have a wedding to get to and a younger brother to check up on.

You pick a direction, and you walk.

[a-bbadon-blog]

You storm through the forest, impulsive and hastily, your sneakers slipping on leaves and uneasy footing stating plainly your inexperience in the outdoors. Nothing makes sense here, landmarks changing and moving, dumbass whimsical forest animals trying to talk to you like you give a shit about anything that isn’t familiar territory to you,

Well, other than that place. But the last place you want to be is there. 

A horrible reminder of a horrible experience. What kind of game was someone playing him in, dropping him off there?

The sound of another’s footsteps pull you out of your trance. 

Great. What now?

You stand your ground, choosing not to attempt an ambush of whatever, or whoever, the sounds belonged to.

The culprit finally makes his appearance, a tall blonde with punk looking hair and dark shades strides into the clearing, and you make your presence known.

“Who the fuck are you?”

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[HI? I LOST MY LOGIN DETAILS FOREVER. HI]

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aetaisrex replied to your post “[[ im home from my trip, just working on settling in now. i just...”

i made the plain doll so me gonna write you a starter on her....

OH THAT SOUNDS REALLY GOOD

[a-bbadon-blog]

[[ im home from my trip, just working on settling in now. i just learne i forgot to enable asks and im really sorry about that!! theyre open now. ill get to writing things soon but turns out the d and f keys have both fucked up and typing is a nightmare so ill be working w mobile... haha ]]

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@fullcowlfist

Tomura prowled around the gathering of folks of all shapes and sizes, scoping out the situation when he saw him, that little shit– Midoriya Izuku, sitting at a table eating without a care in the world. He quickly ducks out of view, planning to watch his target and assess the situation before making his move.

He watches him finish eating and make to leave, never once escaping Tomura’s watchful eyes. Tomura slinks in where Izuku sat, swiping a couple handfuls of grapes to scarf down while he psyched himself up for confrontation. The boy seemed to be alone this time…

After a moment he stalked out of the gathering in the direction Izuku went, catching him at the top of a hill.

“HEY, SHITSTAIN.”

[a-bbadon-blog]

[[ Hey I've been offline while visiting my partner but I'd like to participate in the event and stuff. ** If anyone wants a starter feel free to like this post but I'd probably want to cap at the first 3/4 to like... I'll get around to things probably around the 21st. ** Also I'm sorry for not keeping up following new members, I plan to do so when I'm back on my laptop, which I didn't bring with me. Take care I'm sorry about my sudden hiatus. ]]

[kiitaryuu-blog]

You thought, maybe, that climbing your way up to the top of one of those great trees would not only be easy for you, but you might just be able to see if there’s an end to the woods, given the height.

You were wrong.

On the second count, at least; you all but rocket your way up through the limbs with all the practice of a former Shimada heir.

There’s absolutely no end to the as far as you can see, trees stretching out into that great expanse of a horizon. You drop yourself down once you’re satisfied — relatively — with the sight. Once you're on the ground again, you check your surroundings to see someone sitting on the ground, someone who looks incredibly irate and tense, and — hey, is that booze?

You shift your body to face him, raising a hand in greeting; undoubtedly, the appearance is shocking and unexpected … And probably just a bit hilarious.

“Hello, citizen.”

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Starting a bit at the sudden intrusion, you turn your attention to the offender, unsure how you didn’t notice what appears to be a fucking cyborg person or whatever the hell he is.

Unfortunately given your situation, you force yourself to be relieved by meeting another person in this expansive wasteland of trees and grass.

“Christ buddy, where the fuck did you wander out from?” You instinctively draw your leg up, prepared in case you suddenly need to take the offensive. You can never be too careful, especially around someone who looks like he could’ve stepped right out of U.A.

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> You spent a while trekking around the odd forest you found yourself in, quickly realizing wherever you were had some sort of bizarre warping properties, as indicated by when you decided you weren’t getting anywhere useful and turned around to head back, you found yourself back where you started much quicker than you should have.

Frustrated, you grab a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and storm out to an open looking area. You’d rather not spend too much time cooped up in that weird-ass place.

You tentatively sit on the ground, irritated you’re probably getting grass and god only knows what else all over your clothes, but you deal with it as best you can, downing your drink, completely oblivious to your company.