どっちつかずの正義 . (HIATUS)

an op multi featuring borsalino, blueno, jabra, and more, loved by bun.

[bunpiece]

全てが遅い。 光人間だからな。

bunpiece - one piece multi loved by bunny. 32. PST. sideblog to @ifritjambe.

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affiliated with: @kaizokugaris / @willofd / @clanofd / @cathiief / @idiotaggression / @shiinjiiru

[bunpiece]

waves around buggy like a kite.

[bunpiece]

hm. sayuri captured by blackbeard's crew.

[bunpiece]

okay. so the original idea for this was obviously angsty, but since last night i have been thinking about how fascinating this could be from a perspective of having sayuri on blackbeard's crew. maybe he offers her a choice: join or die. ( idk how much blackbeard would care about her specifically, but obv her bounty is big for a reason. )

sayuri initially hating the idea of being a pirate until blackbeard lets her go absolutely buckwild, and she doesn't have to answer to saint sousuke again. sayuri not holding back? chef's kiss.

[bunpiece]

i am also very buggy & shanks brained rn. i don't even write either of them but honestly i do love buggy very, very, very much.

[bunpiece]

my brain every 5 mins: borsalino should suffer

[jormungr]

‘—aaah?’

this is why he hates working with cipher pol. sakazuki-san is right about a lot of stuff, but he's especially right about those guys. in the best of cases, they look like weaklings but they are actually pretty strong... in the worst of cases, they look like weaklings and they are actually weaklings. aramaki puffs on his cigarette, flicking his shades on top of his head to take a better look at his temporary ally. well, at least she's pretty. ‘i was expecting the guy with the pigeon, not a chick.’ the admiral grins, clearly pleased with his own cleverness. ‘cipher pol is really short on personnel, ain't it.’

@bunpiece, starter call.

[bunpiece]

it has been a lifetime of being thought less by her peers for simply being a woman. there were less women in the cipher pol organization than men, and even less in CP0. ame's smile does not falter, but there is a dangerous look shining in her eyes. her arms cross, gloves hands holding her elbows. she considers ripping open his throat with her teeth. wouldn't that be something? a pesky admiral who thinks he's BETTER than her? those trained on guanhao were especially detached from their emotions, and ame is no exception. she tilts her head thoughtfully. she wonders what his blood might taste like.

"lucci-san is still recovering," ame speaks, finally, her voice even. she tries no to betray her anger, not to let the fierce beast inside her out. "my deepest apologies, admiral aramaki. i do hope to be useful."

[a0kiji]

something clutches deep at kuzan's heart, but the freedom to choose wrong, deliberately and without flinching, is too heady for him to turn from. in some other universe, toying with his food would be frowned upon—a universe he belonged to not to long ago, although although the infinite speckled truths about navy glinted so brightly they'd give him a headache and little certainties. but here, on pirate island, in this new life, in this new skin... kuzan flexes his fingers, and he feels himself unfurl like the wings of a predatory bird. his ice travels, the cold of him soars, the ground cracks ominously beneath the heel of his boots. maybe this is freedom. but why does it feel so bitter?

‘that won't be possible, boy.’  kuzan's finger taps on the hemmed line of helmeppo's coat, chilly but not freezing. not yet. his own foggy breath escapes the line of his lips as the former admiral's mouth parts to speak, the frosty cloud rising. ‘your captain koby is teach's prize.’ behind the dark rim of his shades, kuzan's gaze turns stony. he pretends not to know why. he pretends not to know what bothers him so much. his fists curls, frosted up to his elbows; his teeth grit. and then, against his better judgement, his thoughts pool where they shouldn't. his icy fingers dig into the tender flesh of helmeppo's shoulder, spinning him around to have him face to face.

two fingers of his gloved hand knock under helmeppo's chin, tilting it at an inescapable angle. the frost runs deep.

‘is garp coming here?’ 

[bunpiece]

fuck, of course. damn it, koby. it's fine. helmeppo isn't leaving here without him, he's decided.

now - how he is going to do that, and how he is going to survive this particular encounter. . . is something he will figure out later! it is hard to concentrate when the fear courses through him. the colder the temperature gets around him, the tighter his throat feels. ( how far away shells town is now. LOOK AT YOUR TREMBLING SON, AXE-HAND. )

before any idea can come to mind, kuzan turns him, and helmeppo's eyes widen as he's held in such a precarious position. he can't stop his body from trembling - whether it's fear, or the cold, or both, he's not sure. the guilt and shame begin to consume him. what good is he, if he freezes up now? koby needs him, koby --

should he be truthful? to say that SWORD was only the beginning, and garp was on his way? can he even lie right now? it feels like his tongue is frozen against the rough of his mouth. coward, he says to himself, but it sounds eerily like morgan. he grinds his teeth together, frustrated at his circumstances, but he knows what he has to do to even fathom living another day: "y -- y -- " fuck, helmeppo. he clears his throat, swallowing thickly. "... yes."

[willofd]

" i’m not the person that i thought i was. "

" so, you've finally come to realize the truth? that you've always been a failure? "

it was his fault really—he was too soft on @bunpiece, as both his captain and his father; back in shells town, he let helmeppo wear his name and rank around the base, leading to him feeling like he was somehow competent as a marine when he was anything but. at the time, it meant little to him, so long as the boy did nothing to ultimately tarnish his reputation : and where did that leave him? a failure of a marine who couldn't even stop that damned straw hat or bounty hunter from escaping.

" … and now look at you—a lieutenant commander? you couldn't even have made it to captain? "

[bunpiece]

the shame grips him by the throat immediately as morgan speaks, and helmeppo feels the frustration bubbling within him at such a reaction. how long has he spent unlearning morgan's teachings? koby was the future of the marines, and helmeppo was his right hand. he has a purpose. he believes in justice - true justice, not whatever megalomanic nonsense his father toted around in shells town. his jaw tenses, leather creaking as he clenches his hands into fists.

failure.

how many times had morgan used that word on him? it seeps into his skull, throbbing with his heartbeat: failure. failure. failure. failure. helmeppo is grateful that his visor hides his eyes so his expression doesn't betray him. how... desperate he had been to win his father's love, his respect...

"t'ch," helmeppo hisses through ground teeth, glaring at the monster he called father. "no. i learned that i was nothing like you." he says, fingers itching to grab his weapons. he must be unrecognizable to morgan now, or maybe he can see right through his son, through the strength and the loyalty down to his darkest fears, his self-doubts, his regrets... will he ever be more than a sniveling coward?

fuck it. he reaches for his kukri knives. "i'm not the same boy i was when you escaped your execution," helmeppo begins, bracing himself, gripping the hilts of his blades tightly. he may be too emotionally compromised for this. "so i will execute you myself."

[ifritjambe]

i'm going to take a haitus until Oct 20.

Hopefully I won't feel as "whole weight of the world is about to crush me" by then, with maybe a interview or two in the works? (I doubt that, because it's been constant silence, but. Hey, wishful thinking before my life implodes even more?) I am sorry for disappearing all of a sudden, and for my lack of being here. I really do treasure the people who I've met in the fandom so far, and I hope to be more available in the future emotionally.

In the meantime, I will most likely be on discord and playing Fortnite. Discord is going to be the best way to contact and/or roleplay with me for the near future. I do still have muse, but it's been hard to concentrate.

I am sorry that I am not better.

[skala-w]

[ifritjambe]

hey all. going out of town until monday 9/1. replies come tuesday, prommie.

[bunpiece]

i'm officially adding gin to my list.

[bunpiece]

like for a starter where your muse is captured by vice admiral sayuri :)

[bunpiece]

like for a starter where your muse is captured by vice admiral sayuri :)

[bunpiece]

yaso sayuri. vice admiral. cross guild bounty one-billion berries.

the fight against catarina devon had been an epic battle for the ages, two mythical devil fruits causing great destruction in the battle zone. at the end of it, though, devon had gotten the upper hand on sayuri. exhausted and defeated, the vice admiral is captured.

her head hangs low as she's carried. . . her head feels heavy, but she can hear chaos all around her. the seastone shackles make her feel weak on top of the wounds. the seastone chain wrapped around her chest is tight and renders her useless. she watches the dirt pass in a daze, her head empty of a plan. what can she do like this? blackbeard's crew was more dangerous than ever before, and...

it'll be the first time she sees @a0kiji since his defection, if he'll even be there. once, she had looked up to the man as a symbol of justice. now... she wasn't sure what to think of any of it. for so long, she had been acting against justice as well, doing sousuke's bidding. maybe this capture is her punishment for aiding such a horrible man. she watches idly as some blood drips from her face to the floor. so she can bleed. sometimes it feels like she can't anymore, that she's beyond human and something much worse. yes, she feels like a monster, a parasite that has long since infected yaso sayuri and taken over the emptied husk of a woman. it's quiet without juuchi yosamu at her side; usually there is a presence from the cursed blade, a reminder of the blood stained on her hands.

oi, kuzan, devon says, and then sayuri is dropped to the ground. she falls on her knees, head bowed with the weakness she feels. you deal with this one. you used to be the marine. and then she laughs. sayuri can see her footprints disappearing out of the corner of his eye. she can feel it, a set of eyes on her. she grinds her teeth together in shame, as if she cares of how he feels at her getting captured, as if they were still comrades. ( but no one cares about her. that is why she knows she is a goner here. ) slowly, she lifts her head to look at kuzan, blue eyes weak and dull. "heh... so this is how it ends?"

[bunpiece]

because i can, sayuri's cross guild bounty is 1,000,000,000 berries which is less than an admiral but more than a vice admiral. this is because of her tenure as vice admiral and her mythical zoan devil fruit. she is a threat.

[idiotaggression]

Inhales. "Okay, well that's not how being arrested works and I'm more convinced than ever that you're a dominatrix with a marine cosplay kink but sure. We'll go with your explanation."

[bunpiece]

"a ... a what." oh, she blinks at him. "a... hm. is that what you wish me to be, pirate hunter?" a head tilt.