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multimuse for canons and ocs. written by syrin.

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characters! guidelines!

incredibly sporadic activity multimuse. i love duplicates and i love having fun.

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it fucking what

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haha okay i guess i will use my one piece specific url to make a multi

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i am almost done reading about skypeia... (chuckles) im in danger

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👤ace.................

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got to the grand line in the manga hehehe 💪 i love luffy

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ughhh i just had a great dream where my brain invented a whole storyline and by the end i was like about to start pacing like give my boy ramza someone in his fucking corner wtf!!! of course it never resolved bc my dreams never do

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fine. i will read the manga

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he hums. along the way his eyes have drifted shut. there's little that could be a dampener on his mood now, here, surrounded by friends who are healthy and driven by purpose.

in the open space: "and now?"

(she doesn't need to say it. he already knows.)

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“and  now…”  she  offers  a  tiny  smile  as  reprieve.

she  doesn't  say  anything.  she  just  leans  her  shoulder  against  his.

“everything  is  different  for  me.”

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yes. everything is different.

wholly content, he knocks his head against hers, allowing stillness. while not entirely rare -- he often spends hours atop the merry's figurehead, gazing into the sea -- the silence he offers her now is different. as long as she needs it, he'll be her pillar.

( . . . well. )

( at least, until he gets hungry . . . )

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her  stomach  rumbles  a  little  bit  on  her  behalf  -  it's  a  relief,  that  soft  twinge  of  hunger,  after  so  many  days  of  not  feeling  the  ache  for  food,  she  can  finally  meet  his  gaze  and  nod,  with  full  sincerity.  “starving,  honestly.”  maybe  that's  why  she's  still  feeling  faint,  she's  been  picking  at  every  delicious  meal  he  brings  to  no  avail. 

she  rests  a  hand  on  the  bundle  of  clothes,  “i  could  try  to  eat?" 

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"yes." he laughs, almost in disbelief, and takes her shoulders in his hands — celebratory, near delirious. "yes. oh — i could kiss you. wait right there." a little point at her. "don't move."

a warm broth is not far away. it was steaming, hot, but for her sake he ladles cool water to temper and soften the taste. as he ladles, he flicks hair out of his eye, glances over, still smiling. "you haven't missed much."

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i fucking love media where everybody bands together around a common leader who is often times unreadable and more powerful than he has any right to be, where a lot of the narrative is filled contextually by the opinions and faith of the people who support them, where even conversations without the leader are still heavily, noticeably influenced by them,

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@cardstocke said, "there’s  a  change  of  clothing  and  a  bath  for  you  to  freshen  up."

the  fever  had  broken  -  the  worst  of  it  was  over.  as  she  made  her  way  out  of  the  cot,  sanji  was  already  by  her  side,  “thank  you,  sanji,”  her  voice  was  still  groggy,  “you  can  just  set  it  there.”  now  she's  sitting  upright,  she  feels  too  dizzy  to  stand.  “i  just  need  a  minute.”

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"easy — easy."

perhaps it was too hasty, drawing it for her. but illness often lingers like smoke, and the sooner it is off of her, the better.

sanji's palm slides under her elbow, supportive, and sets the clothes beside her. "take that minute." truth be told, they might not have even time for that bath. still: "take all the time you need. feeling hungry?"

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this  time,  her  eyes  don't  watch  his  -  they  stare  towards  unrelenting  black  of  the  sea.  if  it  wasn't  for  the  sound  of  the  water,  it  would  feel  like  floating  on  clouds.  at  his  words,  nami  can't  help  watch  him,  standing  before  her.  he  makes  it  sound  easy  -  luffy  makes  everything  seem  bearable.

“i  thought  it  might  be  easier,"  and  how  devastatingly  lonely  it  had  been,  “to  not  have  a  family.  to  not…  see  them  as  family.”  then  her  own  family…  in  the  village,  in  the  straw  hats,  “as  long  as  i  owed  that  debt,  i  could  never  be  anyone's  family.”

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he hums. along the way his eyes have drifted shut. there's little that could be a dampener on his mood now, here, surrounded by friends who are healthy and driven by purpose.

in the open space: "and now?"

(she doesn't need to say it. he already knows.)

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“a  good  crew  is  a  small  crew,”  trust  would  be  hard-earned,  but  damn,  if  she  didn't  consider  every  member  of  the  straw  hats  her  own  kin.  “what  i  had  with  arlong's  crew,”  the  words  fade  with  the  wind.  she  only  ever  offers  morsels.  she  doesn't  talk  about  it  much,  the  gritty  details.  it  hurts  to  share. 

“i  haven't  felt  at  home  with  a  crew  in  a  long  time." 

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ebbing as waves, the excitement comes and goes. he settles again, this time laying his back across the rail in front of her.

"that wasn't a crew," he says. his eyes glance at her, then away. "we might lean on each other, but that was..." a hand comes up. clenches above his chest. "you don't use family."

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a  minnow  is  but  a  flicker,  but  nami  has  always  been  perceptive  to  such  overlooked  glints  in  the  water.  a  silver  lining,  luffy  had  procured  that  intuition.  she's  always  seen  him.  it's  little  luffy  does  that  goes  unnoticed  by  nami. 

nami  will  linger  in  the  afterimage  of  that  moment,  and  smile  to  herself.

a  grin  which  broadens  when  he  makes  his  excitement  known  to  the  whole  of  the  merry,  “the  crew  is  only  gonna  get  bigger,  luffy,  if  you  keep  making  friends  everywhere  we  go."

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he holds up a cautionary finger. "we only need..." the finger turns to a hand-fan, wavering in the air. "ten, though. twelve, maybe. too many in the crew and things get... complicated." counting lightly under his breath and on his fingers, he says: "ah! we're halfway there!"

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“I  just  want  him  to  beat  you.”  Zoro's  getting  more  attention  than  her  cards.  Sanji's  there  too,  right?  She  hopes  Luffy  isn't  bored  anymore,  because  the  edges  of  her  patience  have  frayed.

“Really.”  She  sighs,  “Deal.”

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Sanji is wise enough to know when to let a dying man keep digging his grave. He smiles innocently at Nami but otherwise keeps his peace.

Luffy scrapes his chair across the way to sit beside Nami. Almost too close, if they weren't already used to his lack of personal space. Their shoulders cram together. When he receives his cards, he lets Nami see them — peeks at hers, too, if she'll let him.

Zoro would like a drink. Rolling his eyes, he says under his breath, "Now we're really cheating."

The games begin!

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“Be  my  guest.  I  was  getting  tired  of  shuffling.”

Running  with  a  pack  of  fishman  had  made  her  a  bit  of  a  shark  in  her  own  right  when  it  came  to  cards.  These  were  her  friends.  She  didn't  have  to  be  so  cutthroat.  So  ruthless.  She  was  used  to  playing  with  higher  stakes.

“Thank  you,  Luffy."  Always  a  smile  in  earnest  his  direction,  "I'm  a  professional,"  a  narrow  look  cut  to  Zoro,  "thief.”

A  good  card  player  never  reveals  their  hand.  Never  shows  their  tricks.  She  can't  stand  to  see  Luffy  defeated.  “I  could  teach  you  to  be  better  than  me.”

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"He doesn't need to win," Zoro says loudly, at the same time that Luffy says louder, "Really?!"