hana hana no mi.

i... want to 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒.

[bloomfruit]

@ 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝! an independent animanga multimuse featuring 𝒏ico 𝒓obin of eiichiro oda's one piece, written by frankie. an ongoing study in: the elegance of a cigarette burning down to its filter, duty worn so long it begins to resemble identity, laughter used like emergency lighting, freedom that tastes suspiciously like loneliness, ⅋ the long, slow process of believing you deserve to stay... and more.

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[bloomfruit]

hey what if we wrote together. what if.

[bloomfruit]

happy belated birthday omg <3

sometimes i can still hear their voice...sniff...

[bloomfruit]

my blog got a facelift and i’m working on my oc and then my slump will be OVER everything’s coming up millhouse

[bloomfruit]

doppogin -> bloomfruit! ♡

[bloomfruit]

if ure frankies moot u shld be watching/reading jjba btw. this is still Destin im still in here im just letting u ppl know in case u havent. peak fiction. better than shit piece lowkirkbobqueefgenuinely

[bloomfruit]

doppogin -> bloomfruit! ♡

[beif0ngs]

Listen to me carefully, Robin! No one is born into this world to be alone…!! The sea is vast! So someday, definitely… You’ll come across friends who will protect you!!

[nicoyarobin]

[bloomfruit]

new nico robin song just dropped

[bloomfruit]

the whole taliesen conflict gets moved past so quickly in origins but i’m still in the building

zevran and taliesen were together for almost 20 years. the ONLY two recruits to survive their training. they were partners, friends, and eventually lovers

taliesen was trying to get zevran to come home, was willing to lie and cover for him and had been for some time

and he dies and zevran lost the 2 people he loved in the world (rinna and taliesen) but he’s made an oath to the warden so he keeps pushing, he doesn’t even mention who taliesen was to him unless you press

he’s holding all that grief alone but his training just makes him keep cracking jokes and deflect and move on

[niemti-art]

[bloomfruit]

no one asked but you should look anyway

[bloomfruit]

at my waitressing job and wishing i could tell customers to kiss my ass and die like sanji but unfortunately my dad does not own this establishment so i am fireable

[noctvoid]

john lets out a breath through his nose, something halfway to a laugh and not making it all the way. ❝ yeah, ❞ he mutters, turning the bottle once in his hand. ❝ real flattering. ❞ the night presses close around them, all dark timber and black hillside and the restless hiss of the fire eating through kindling. crickets work the silence.

his body complains at every stage of sitting down. bruises speak up. muscles draw tight. the old aches turn sharper by fresh ones. freedom, it turns out, still hurts some. he rests with his back against nothing, elbows on his knees, the bottle hangs loose between his hands, and stares at the flames. john's jaw sets. grief has a way of making a man feel watched. makes his face feel too open, his hands too uncertain. ( hosea. lenny. ) names that ought to have still been attached to voices, to movement, to campfire talk and unwanted advice and youth and patience and all the things this life has a knack of taking first.

the whiskey burns hard, a straight line of fire from tongue to throat to gut. he coughs once through his nose, swallows again, and feels it settle somewhere low in him without helping much at all. ❝ should've been there, ❞ he said after a while. ❝ how was it? ❞ he asked, and the question comes rough, carrying more than just the burial in it. ❝ the spot, i mean. have you been there before? ❞ his fingers tighten once around the bottle's neck before easing again.

[bloomfruit]

' it's just fine. ' arthur gives a soft, non committal shrug. when you chose the life they had chosen, any burial at all was a luxury. he thinks that hosea might not have liked being buried so far south, in the swampy marshlands, but he keeps it to himself. he's just grateful that someone went back for him. the thought of him being left there in saint denis made his stomach turn. ' i'll show ya, once you're settled with the missus. '

' lenny was a good kid. should have been anybody else but him. ' a cough bubbles up in his chest, causing another painful fit, hearing his chest rattle and complain with each hack. he exhales when he's finally done, leaning back against an overturned log, a makeshift place to sit. ' you might wish you stayed in that place. gang's falling apart. ' he busies his hands with cleaning his gun, pulling out each piece to inspect it and replace it. the spin of the cylinder is an old, familiar sound. he knows he's a sinner that it comforts him, some.

' abigail's fine. it was her that begged me and sadie to come get your sorry ass, so thank her. why she keeps sticking by you and saving your life, i ain't sure. jack's fine too. the rest of us, who knows. ' he doesn't know why he's taken the role of reporter, giving john a gruff status report. maybe he thinks it's kinder to warn him of the mess he's going to be walking back into. a mess of their own making, maybe, but maybe there's still a part of him that thinks he can shield john from the worst of it.

[madkoka]

What could he do? Oh, he really was an overgrown fool sometimes, and Yuri wouldn't have him any other way despite how crazy it made him. He frowned at the taller man's face, the look swiftly melting away with a dramatic sigh. "You could evacuate like we're supposed to be doing. But no, I come here to find you having the time of your life in a brawl." At least Constance and Hapi had the sense to remain out of arm's reach, though he'd not laid eyes on them in a while now. Concern began to grow in his gut, but then he stamped it down, knowing full well those two women were a force to be reckoned with.

"Balthus, playtime is over. We need to find our friends and retreat into Abyss." Invading the monastery was one thing, Abyss was another, and that couldn't occur under any circumstances. They were more than capable of holding out there for months with the various tunnels, the hidden parts of their little underground society, though not if they were out here or dead.

As if to prove a point, some overzealous Empyrical fool decided to charge towards them, screaming, his lance at the ready. How troublesome. Yuri rolled his eyes and calmly raised a palm, firing a Saggitae spell at them, the magic tingling through his gloved fingers. "Buzz off. I'm busy." He turned his attention back to Balthus whilst the man went catapulting back, lips curved in a dangerous smirk. "Get moving. Don't make the boss ask again."

[bloomfruit]

' hey, this was strategic ! the less idiots i take down up here, the less will try to follow us down to abyss. ' it was half true, as balthus did tend to get caught up in the thrill of a brawl sometimes. but it was true sometimes it was a numbers game, and balthus could take down a good number all on his own. the less soldiers banging on their door, the easier time they'll have fending them off. but even he had to admit this was getting a little too chaotic to control.

he defaulted to yuri's authority when needed. he takes a look around, scanning the skies for constance and hapi. ' where's the girls ? ' he wouldn't go down before he knew all three of them were safe. if anything else, he made a good meat shield.

' where are you going now ? not off on your own, i hope. but if that's a direct order, i guess i have to oblige. but you know i like being the last one down. '

[heartwilled]

      When Ashe looks up at him, it's with forgiveness ( a bit of uncertainty, too, but Claude hopes that it's more about the future which stretches out before them, limitless with possibility yet terrifyingly unknown ). He's grateful for it, and yet—is it not too easy? But then, he supposes, it's rather like Ashe to continue to bear his heart to the world, despite all he's been through. It is one of the things that Claude loves about him. One of the things he wishes to protect. For while Claude may pretend to be a man willing to use every advantage he can, he has no desire to use that generosity of Ashe's in such a manner.

      "No, we can go." He'd much rather spend this time with Ashe than head back into the stuffy ballroom. True, there are probably some folks he could stand to chat with a bit more, but there's still some time left before he leaves. And he knows that the moment they arrive in Almyra, he'll be swept up in even more politicking. He'll be facing his brothers without a faction of his own, without the backing they've no doubt spent the years of his absence cultivating. He'd rather take the quiet moments with Ashe he can get. "We probably could manage to find some privacy in the gardens, but..." His lips curve into an inviting smile. "I think I could convince Farid to take us on a nighttime flight, if you'd rather make sure we won't be disturbed."

[bloomfruit]

ashe is too selfless too often. being a knight meant putting the good of others above the good of yourself. he knows he should let claude go back to the event. he doesn't know the kinds of hand shakes and deals and favors he's missing out on while he's out here with ashe. but he wonders, if, just for tonight, he can be a little selfish and keep claude all to himself. he still feels uneasy, and knowing he was about to uproot his whole life to move somewhere entirely new was resting at the back of his mind.

' are you sure ? ' he gives a final ask before giving in to finally leaving the party. it's a relief, clear on his face. he's never been good at hiding how he was really feeling. he wasn't sure he wanted to be alone right now, overthinking and worrying while claude returned to the throngs of people who wanted his attention.

he takes claude's arm gently, squeezing. ' whatever you like, then. if you don't think farid will mind. i'd like to get away from prying eyes. i always feel on display at these things. '

[bloomfruit]

omg!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY ILY!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️🎂🎂🎂🥳🥳🥳🥳

AAAAAA THANK U SM I LOVE U SOOOO MUCH