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Happy Birthday Isashiki Jun ☆ 伊佐敷 純 ↳ September 1st *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ “No one would intentionally set an easily accessible place as their goal. It’s a challenge, because it’s difficult. It is a dream because it can’t be achieved easily.”
I ALMOST UPLOADED THIS TO ask-sir-crocodile. CAN YOU IMAGINE.
Anywhooo, this is my first OP69min submission for the “seifuku” prompt, though my schedule didn’t allow me to participate properly. There’s one *small* difference between this and the twitter version. >:3c
I ALMOST UPLOADED THIS TO ask-sir-crocodile. CAN YOU IMAGINE.
Anywhooo, this is my first OP69min submission for the “seifuku” prompt, though my schedule didn’t allow me to participate properly. There’s one *small* difference between this and the twitter version. >:3c
I ALMOST UPLOADED THIS TO ask-sir-crocodile. CAN YOU IMAGINE.
Anywhooo, this is my first OP69min submission for the “seifuku” prompt, though my schedule didn’t allow me to participate properly. There’s one *small* difference between this and the twitter version. >:3c
<ワンピース>ルフィ役田中さん、単行本全巻を小中学校に
人気漫画「ONE PIECE(ワンピース)」の主人公、モンキー・D・ルフィ役の声優、田中真弓さん(60)が、熊本県合志市内の全小中学校10校それぞれにワンピースの単行本全巻(1~77巻)を贈呈した。8日に市立合志小(高本孝一校長、311人)であった贈呈式では、田中さんが代表の児童2人に単行本を手渡した。 市は、漫画やアニメを生かしたまちづくりを掲げる。田中さんは約5年前に市内の子ども劇団に演技指導に来ていた縁があり、今回は自ら出演する劇団の公演で市内を訪れたのを機に贈呈を決めた。 田中さんは児童らに「子供には『あらぬ夢』をみてほしい。ルフィのように夢をたくさん語って」と呼びかけた。6年の林田理沙さん(12)は「ルフィはどんな強い敵でも立ち向かうところがかっこいい。ワンピースを読んでルフィの強い心を学びたい」と話した。 ワンピースは手脚などがゴムのように伸びる主人公ルフィが、海賊王を目指して仲間とともに大海原を冒険する物語。「最も多く発行された単一作者によるコミックシリーズ」として、ギネス世界記録に認定されている。
Hello, I decided to go and give a try at translating this article myself:
One Piece’s Luffy Character Voice Tanaka Mayumi Donates Entire Manga Series’s Volume Collection to Elementary and Junior High Schools
Voice actress of popular manga series One Piece’s protagonist Monkey D. Luffy, Tanaka Mayumi (60), donated all seventy-seven current volumes of One Piece to all ten elementary and middle schools in Kumamoto Prefecture’s city of Koushi. At a ceremony held on July 8th, Tanaka personally presented two representative students with the volumes in front of an audience of three-hundred and eleven students and one school principal.
The city will publish its cultural development through the application of studying of anime and manga works. Approximately five years earlier, Tanaka had coached a children’s performance troupe in the very same city; and so with this connection, it was only natural that along with her visit to spectate the troupe’s performance this time around she would decide upon this presentation.
Tanaka called out for the students to freely “have ‘unexpected dreams’ and shout them out in the same way that Luffy would.” 6th grader Hayashida Risa (12) stated, “The way Luffy stands up against his enemies no matter how strong they are is cool. Whenever I read One Piece, I want to learn from Luffy’s passionate heart.”
One Piece is the story of a boy named Luffy who can stretch his arms, legs, and other body parts like rubber and aims to become the ‘King of Pirates’ by venturing into the great ocean with his comrades. The series was officially inducted into the Guinness World Records for being the comic book series by a single author with the most issues printed.
Nicolas & Worick: Forever Dorks
I don’t care if it’s 1 A.M. I don’t consider it “tomorrow” until I wake up.
Kekkai Sensen [#Make Me Choose] > Leonardo Watch or Zapp Renfro
(photo via arcaneassassin)
piratelorddoflamingo reblogged this from you and added:
Oooooohhh you ALWAYS hold those five measly years over my head! And I have never called anyone Master since I was seventeen, not even you. Sure, I lay down for you. No problem. I even call you ‘Sir’. But never, ever again will anyone but me be Master. And I’m the YOUNG Master. So there. *puffs up his cheeks and crosses arms over chest*
Well have to hold something over you, you damn behemoth bird!
*he leans upward, putting his hand on the crossed limbs and gently tugging down*
And I will call you young as much as you want.. especially with how adorable you’re acting *he tries to contain his revulsion at uttering such a word toward the other man, despite how fitting it is* I will, however, still refrain from addressing you as such… Gotta a problem with that? *he drew him down closer to paint the words across his lips like honey* …Doffy?
*practically melts into him as his arms uncross and drape around his shoulders* Oh my fuck no I don’t have a problem with that. But if you’re gonna use my name against me like that I expect a little compensation, aye? *gives him sultry look from over the shades* A proper Lord deserving of the title Sir doesn’t leave his house, staff, nor mistress wanting~
Kuahaha, you think this is wanting? *he ducks to the side, laying kisses along the tanned jaw before coming up to his ear* Wait until I make you need. *pulls at an earring with his teeth, hearing the audible swallow beside him* Shall I show you?
piratelorddoflamingo reblogged this from you and added:
Oooooohhh you ALWAYS hold those five measly years over my head! And I have never called anyone Master since I was seventeen, not even you. Sure, I lay down for you. No problem. I even call you ‘Sir’. But never, ever again will anyone but me be Master. And I’m the YOUNG Master. So there. *puffs up his cheeks and crosses arms over chest*
Well have to hold something over you, you damn behemoth bird!
*he leans upward, putting his hand on the crossed limbs and gently tugging down*
And I will call you young as much as you want.. especially with how adorable you're acting *he tries to contain his revulsion at uttering such a word toward the other man, despite how fitting it is* I will, however, still refrain from addressing you as such... Gotta a problem with that? *he drew him down closer to paint the words across his lips like honey* ...Doffy?
dude but if Corazon and Doffy are twins does that mean we get fanart with Corazon>Law oh no fanart magic aging and resurrection ahoy.) ugh can we just call them Coffy and Doffy already? Who the fuck names their kid -Donquixote Corazon- anyway? That's a nerd name. That name is just asking for his brother to kill him. Poor Coffy.
"Hey Law would you like some Donquixotea?"
"No thanks, I’d rather have Coffy"
randi I choked on my coffee oh my god
oh look the incest is canon
#yay #choke it down young lord #choke it down young lord
that is YOUNG MASTER to you you insufferable reptile
and when have I ever called you Master?
as I recall, it's the other way around little fledgling~
Now that Dofla's top is off, where does that leave you?
“Now put your shirt back on you perverted bird…”
[edit made from panels of the doujin Die For Me by 渋江 full size here]
Sacrificial Alterations
The god smiled at the name, it held potential. The quixotic look upon his face so full of hope that it spurred a thought within him.
"Don…quixote…" he mused to himself.
Yes, he quite liked the way that tasted on his tongue.
He was wise despite his lack of education, knowing his place and yet not withholding his intent, and his self-depreciative tone made the god want to correct his misunderstanding immediately before it sullied their new companionship.
"I assure you, my little fledgling, I fully intend to keep you, especially as you seem to have no protestations of my doing so."
He tugged on the large hand filling his palm and brought the lanky young Man to his feet. Crocodile was impressed by the stature that almost dwarfed his own, tucking away the curiosity over the parentage of his guest for another time.
"Let us find something to fit you more comfortably before you settle in, as I cannot abide this horrid robe they stuck you with much longer," he glared at the heavy fabric with a distaste he could see mirrored on the tanned brow of the blond, "then I will welcome you properly."
Donquixote. Don-quixote. Donquixote~ It was new and unfamiliar but he liked it. And he needed no further reason to wholeheartedly accept this as his new name, though of course Doflamingo would always be the name he held closest to his heart. Unknown to him, it was actually better that name was unknown, given it was his True Name and could be used against him should an ill-intentioned user of magic get a hold of it. But that would be for later, for he knew nothing of such things now. And then the God was speaking his language, almost literally, and the way he perked when the other male copied his turn of phrase and said ‘fledgling’. He beamed like the sunshine in his hair, until his skin seemed to glow. And on top of that, he was assured he was wanted- the two things combined made him happier than he had been in years and he chirped a short trill before he could stop himself in joy. When tugged up, he bounced to his feet, balancing delicately on the balls of them, very nearly on tiptoe. And when told he could get out of this horrid, stuffy, restrictive robe, he didn’t hesitate- he pulled in his shoulders, let go of the God’s hand to yank both his arms up out of the sleeves and through the neck along with his shoulders, then shoved the whole mess down his chest, another push when it snagged on his hips and gave a much-pleased sigh when the nasty thing crumpled to the ground, where he proceeded to kick it to the side like the trash he felt it was. Entirely naked, and entirely comfortable, he smiled innocently at the God. His body- it was…not what was expected out of so young a man, though he didn’t know this. There were scars. Bites and clawings from forest creatures looking for what they thought was easy prey, which had quickly discovered it was 1 much bigger than they thought and 2 had two very big, angry, aggressive flamingos to protect it by pecking the attacker’s eyes until it was forced to let go and flee. But more- more pressing, more infuriating- he was badly bruised and had cuts that came from no animal. Blackish purple was smattered all up and down his calves, in the small of his back and a few even on his shoulders close to his neck. His back was scabbed over with the inch-wide welts, crusted with blood at the edges, of a strop or a belt, crisscrossing the bronzed flesh. Underlying all these were greenish and yellowish bruises, but none of this could be older than a week, the scabbed ones and black ones, which were the majority, no older than a day. Someone had been beating this man like a child caught stealing, perhaps as recently as the night previous, even this very morning. The heavy robe’s purpose, apparently, had been to hide this abuse, which if it had been known would surely have earned him at minimum a week’s recovery, and the perpetrator sacrificed in his place for having the gall to lay hands on the God’s sacred property. For his part, Donquixote seemed not to feel the sting of any of it, grinning and bouncing a bit. “I’m already quite welcomed, but if you have a loincloth that would be wonderful! Though if you say I should have a ‘proper welcome’, whatever that is, that would also be nice!”
The chipper Man's nonchalance about the whole situation quelled most of Crocodile's wrath, though he inwardly seethed at the thought of so exquisite of a specimen being damaged by those, those- animals that dared call themselves his followers.
True beasts weren't even so vile.
His naked guest's attitude was seemingly infectious, his clouded mind's overcast diminishing in the burst of sunlight from Donquixote's face. It took him a moment to refocus in the warmth of that smile, his dreary castle hadn't had that much light in a long while and his eyes were unaccustomed to such brilliance.
He turned his face away from the beacon before him, looking over his shoulder at the castle walls, they seemed so cold to him by comparison.
"As comfortable as a loincloth sounds," he said the word with much mirth, chuckling at the idea of the large man gallivanting about the stone hallways with his tanned behind hanging out, "I'll fit you with something to suit the chill. I am sorry that it must be this way but..."
He trailed off, trying not to pay a mind to the bruising for the moment to let his ancient eyes trail over the form beneath them.
"I'm sure you'll find something that will please you."
His hand still held the other's, and the radiating heat from the mortal was pleasant accompaniment to the warmth that he felt building within him. He led him inside, away from the cliff face overlooking the temple and the vast world below, the sea that lapped against those swirling sands that Crocodile had equated to the Time that flowed within his grasp. And, much like the sands of time, this palm within his was a welcome presence.
Sacrificial Alterations
The large Man was indeed intriguing.
If not just for his abnormal size, then for the way he held himself. His body bent low in a crouch that could have been described as almost animal; he bowed to the god in anticipation of whatever mercy his new master could impose.
“You have been brought here to be my companion, mortal. You will be well kept should you choose to stay, if your interest lies elsewhere I can grant you passage but if you do not obey me or attempt to cause me harm you will be dealt with accordingly.”
The god knelt, putting a hand upon the man’s head, the fair hair beneath his touch short and unruly but soft and pleasing. The young man raised his eyes to his; there was unquestionable fear there within them, but a sense of wonder and curiosity that made the aged administer of Time feel young again. When was it last that he so favored a companion?
This one might prove to be more interesting than any other. He could feel it in the tendrils of sand; something was already binding them together, their timelines becoming entwined. This boy may have been young, but he saw something in him, something important.
“Come,” he began, dropping his hand from the mortal’s head and offering it to him, “Let me at least get you inside. But first, might I ask a name of my guest?”
He was almost reluctant to do it, but he took the offered hand, wincing at the sticky touch of the blood that ran from his wrists to elbows and fingertips. “I- you can call me what you like I guess,” he replied a bit uncomfortably. “Or- or Don, Don will do.” He’d picked his own name, without anyone to name him, and he’d found it got less than favorable reactions. He liked his name, but nobody like their name to be ridiculed. "And you don’t have to worry about me attacking you," he added, having deemed that the next most important thing. "I’m no foolhardy chick to go taunting the tiger with pecks at his ears." He stepped carefully, his bare feet making no noise, and the cumbersome robe they’d wrestled him into swirled and tangled irritatingly about his knees, making movement difficult. But he didn’t want to let go of the God’s hand- it felt warm and dry, real and solid as the stone of a streambed. He hadn’t risen from his crouch yet- wasn’t sure he was allowed to do so. Sometimes you have to stay low to avoid a danger, it wasn’t good to go standing up too quick. It was as an afterthought he added, “My interests can’t lie elsewhere when they apply to everything, because you’re included. And I don’t know what I could do anyway- I’m a gift for you. It’s all I’ve ever been. I’m staying, unless you don’t want me.” And he drooped a little at that thought. If the humans didn’t want him, he wasn’t good enough, why would a God?
The god smiled at the name, it held potential. The quixotic look upon his face so full of hope that it spurred a thought within him.
"Don...quixote..." he mused to himself.
Yes, he quite liked the way that tasted on his tongue.
He was wise despite his lack of education, knowing his place and yet not withholding his intent, and his self-depreciative tone made the god want to correct his misunderstanding immediately before it sullied their new companionship.
"I assure you, my little fledgling, I fully intend to keep you, especially as you seem to have no protestations of my doing so."
He tugged on the large hand filling his palm and brought the lanky young Man to his feet. Crocodile was impressed by the stature that almost dwarfed his own, tucking away the curiosity over the parentage of his guest for another time.
"Let us find something to fit you more comfortably before you settle in, as I cannot abide this horrid robe they stuck you with much longer," he glared at the heavy fabric with a distaste he could see mirrored on the tanned brow of the blond, "then I will welcome you properly."