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@flamingmarco
Happy New year Everyone!
Calling All Patrons! You get the Non-Type 350dpi jpeg version to download! >>Here<<
I may make this one into a sticker or a charm :>
Also, I should probably add this kind of colouring style to my commissions right?
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OOC: Do I come off as intimidating or is my writing perhaps hard to write back to?
Voltron: Legendary Defender {Sentence Starters}
“Okay, so that was an insult, I get it.”
“We had a bonding moment! I cradled you in my arms!”
“Please tell me there’s not a giant monster in there! Please tell me it’s empty!”
“I’m bonding with you! Hey! Come on! We’re connected!”
“I’m tense. This is a tense situation.”
“We can tell you all about while you get something to eat. Are you able to walk?”
“STOP TOUCHING MY EQUIPMENT!”
“How could you possibly not know how to hold this correctly?”
“Well, I like peanut butter. And I like peanut butter cookies. But I hate peanuts.”
“Everyone get inside, and stay down!”
“This is insane! Can’t they just cease fire for one minute so we can figure this out?! Is that too much to ask?!”
“Nope. Don’t remember. Didn’t happen.”
“Okay, enough with the bad sounds effects. (Beat) Besides, it’s more like: ‘Blam! Blam! Blam!’”
“I think I’m broken.”
“They called me ‘The Tailor’ because of how I thread the needle!”
“Can’t this thing go any faster?”
“I don’t think you’re using that word correctly.”
“Also, I sweat a lot. I mean, in general. Unrelated to the peanuts.”
“The amount of information in your brain could be stored in a paper airplane.”
“You come up here to rock out?”
“I told you I could get them to do it. They just needed a common enemy.”
“Ugh, it smells disgusting!”
“Gimme that! Why were you going through my stuff?!”
“Something tells me this wasn’t an emergency.”
“I’M A LEG!”
“As everyone knows, vomit is not an approved lubricant for engine systems.”
One Piece Week 2016 ➡ Day 3: Family
“It doesn’t matter who your parents were. Everyone is a child of the sea.”
— Edward Newgate “Whitebeard”
Questions/Comments to be sent anonymously!
(though off anon is fine too!)
“Is there someone you hold dear?”
“Don’t you feel any guilt?”
“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”
“There must be something you fear.”
“Do you have a home?”
“Is there someone you like?”
“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”
“Aren’t you ashamed?”
“Aren’t you happy?”
“Who do you despise?”
“How do you sleep at night?”
“What do you think of kindness?”
“What do you think of hatred?”
“Why do you fight?”
“Why do you live?”
“How much blood have you spilled?”
“How much death have you seen?”
“Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”
“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”
“Can’t you tell they love you?”
“Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”
“Can’t you tell the truth for once?”
“You’re not tainted.”
“You’re not alone.”
“You’re awful.”
“You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”
“You’re an emotionless robot.”
“You’re just a lap dog.”
“It’s not over.”
“He/she needs you.”
“Stop lying.”
“Stop fighting.”
“Stop pushing others away.”
“You’re cruel.”
“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”
“You depend on him/her too often.”
“You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”
“He/she is bringing you down.”
“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”
“You need to listen.”
“You need to speak up more often.”
“You’re weak.”
“You’re too proud.”
“Quit blaming others for your mistakes.”
“You won’t always be around to save him/her.”
“One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”
“You can’t cheat death.”
“You can’t hide forever.”
“They’ll find out the truth eventually.”
“That person is only holding you back.”
“They’re too good for you.”
“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”
“It will get better.”
“You look lonely.”
“You look bitter.”
“You look tired.”
“You’re hiding a painful burden.”
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“You will always be worthless.”
“Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”
“You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”
“You’ll rise above them all.”
“You’ll find your place in this world.”
“Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”
I WAS HERE FOR 2 MINUTES, NOW ITS TIME FOR A NAP. Goodnight everyone.
@prxvailingdarkness
ψ - On the waterside, eyes search this way and that for an irrevocable bond. Taut like rope…
Rouge eyes caught and held the gaze of cerulean ones. They matched each other silently for some time… No words were exchanged, the dark skin of reflection bruised and devoid of the usual richness it usually possessed. This person in front of him, was so alike and yet borne not from his soul; but his own twin’s from another time, a better place. This battered and thorny dark-haired remnant was more like him though… Pulled from the ashes, burning indignantly while accepting the unfair cards he was dealt.
Anger. Loneliness. Sadness. They spoke so loudly. So powerfully in his mind while not a single sound emitted from either of them other than that of their breathing. Most cast this Marco – no. Most cast Yami out, for he was unnecessary to most. Like. Like he felt at this moment.
Unnecessary. Marco knew that feeling well. No Captain. Half of the crew wiped out. Another quarter estranged, parting ways after a miscalculated, anger filled decision that he himself had made. Could he even call himself a commander, forget a Captain? Was it for that reason that he could reach his wrist out towards his darker distant self? To extend his digits in an offer?
How could he abandon someone so much like himself?
“You know… you look like shit, yoi”
…Remove this sinking ship… out of the firing line.
@thesealovesme
ψ - On the waterside, eyes search this way and that for an irrevocable bond. Taut like rope…
A feather. A flame –they disintegrated in the same moment. That was the wonder that was being made of both.
What was left in its wake was of a more human sort. The Whitebeard dusted off his shirt gently, self-analysing the quality of his landing before prodding on along the dirt road to the near neighbourhood. This was an old watering hole, where the people knew the remnant’s face, knew a much gentler and less weathered version too and they were kind to him and his siblings.
It was the main reason that he had found himself coming back so often; after all, there were very few places that Marco the Phoenix could now go without hearing people converse about the fall of such a mighty pirate crew. Aish. How. How he clenched his teeth upon hearing slander after slander of his family, how he raged a storm inside the useless organ inside this ribcage, knowing that he couldn’t even do his past Captain one last favour of keeping care of his crew.
Aish.
The first son had come to abandon such thoughts and drown them instead of plenty of sake. Ah, this tavern he knew served the good kind too; the numbing kind and oh how he invited it. Pressing a firm palm against the door, he slipped inside the smoke-filled haze and shifted to the bar. The Phoenix’s touche found itself a base very quickly before his lethargic gaze skated over the drinks behind bartenders.
Ah. There it was – he repeated his own thoughts out loud and soon there was a glass full in his hands and to his lips.
…Remove this sinking ship… out of the firing line.
@the-tigress-of-the-night
ψ - On the waterside, eyes search this way and that for an irrevocable bond. Taut like rope...
A bottle was lifted up and added to the large collection that was now resting in a particular bad-tempered pirate. Companions of his held all their own load as they jovially carried their new collection of liquor towards the docks.
A party had been planned for tonight; a night of laughter hopefully – with accommodating tears, probably. After all, it was an anniversary of a dear of friend’s death. There were many on the roster of lost ones, too many to count at times – but that was why this family would do everything they could to celebrate those lives spent with them. And of course, curse those that had stolen them.
The Whitebeards had come to terms with hearing their names dragged through the dirt, but it was evident that they were not taken lightly when they travelled as a unit. Eyes watched, followed them slowly as they crossed the span of walkways that lead between market and ocean.
They had almost reached their moving home when Marco’s eyes slithered a fraction wider than their usual languid half-lids and he inclined his crown towards Izou, before resting his load on his dear brother’s before lankily moving his way towards the markets.
It seems that his age was making him forget such tiny little tasks, he thought to himself while making way towards the news stand towards the outskirts of the venders area.
...Remove this sinking ship... out of the firing line.
@xmelodiious
ψ - On the waterside, eyes search this way and that for an irrevocable bond. Taut like rope...
Wooden floorboards creaked under the tall man’s steps before he finally settled at the end of the ship. His figurative little sister sat there, her concentration denied him attention – not that this affected Marco. Muscled arms folded into each other as he waited patiently, his skin soaking in the warm sun as the blistering wind contrasted with him; wind. The zephyr that the young child in front of him beckoned to her call; did she even notice it’s presence?
As the first-son mused to himself for a while, he knelt down in hopes that this would subtly disturb her. Patience is one of his stronger skills, but when it came to tending to the younger members of the crew; he found a youth’s impatience dig its way in. A nasally sound escaped between his lips and cut the quiet air between them;
“Rosa… you’ll be late to eat if you’re out here much longer, yoi”
...Remove this sinking ship... out of the firing line.
“We were undefined, steady as the tide” But now, All was fading, all was fading.
xmelodiious replied to your post “PSA: Rebirth”
//welcome back!! Youve been missed <3 Im sorry to hear its because things have been down in your life though :c i hope they lighten up real soon <3
//Thanks Rosa dear! Life’s life right? But thank you very much for welcoming me home~
Starter Call
PSA: Rebirth
Now I know what you’re thinkin’.
“Well, they’ve done this a billion times. I wonder if they’ll make it a full week this time?”
Well... All I ask is let me have my precious little bird back. I missed him and my weak heart needs him to channel through. Don’t expect much. Don’t expect... ANYTHING to be honest. This mun has weakened over years and in all honesty. What I’m doing now is making me all anxious all over again.
So. I’m unofficially back.
A Fire Gone Wild
@orewahida (Continued from - x )
Kitchen.
Flour.
A spark.
Did the younger pirate have any idea that in the context, the spark could be a synonym for ‘fire logia’?
A subtle downward glance bought the taller of the two a myriad of information; there was strain, indignation and a complex bitterness awash the boy’s star-dusted cheeks. Memories found themselves surfacing, a recollection of that kind of storm about to destroy anything it could touch – that had been the Portgas he had met at the very beginning. If the sable haired youth was as he was in that history, much more would have been ashen then a mere single building.
He considered for a second, that perhaps he should have opted for another night on board the New Moby…Though the remnant crew had long since become accustomed to the callous conversations they would hear around them, those who had left them behind wouldn’t have. Especially those with tempers as fierce as Fire. In the beginning, they had also heard them; internecine words, dancing in mockery behind them about the raw reality that they had lost their loved Captain and many of their crew- they had too leapt to arms; outraged, grieving… intoxicated and they had left more than a building destroyed in their wake. Of course, that was before the Grudge War.
“You’re right…”
Cerulean eyes flickered, a half smirk shadowing his mature features before continuing;
“It’s… definitely an improvement”
Was there something there? A movement in that obstinately aloof interior? Had the phoenix felt like he’d been soothed in a place that his powers couldn’t reach? It had felt cool suddenly even in despite of the summer heatwave; refreshing. The crew had wasted their reputation in a heartbeat – they had gambled and they had lost; of course they would be centre of ridicule and perhaps as those who were the ones to gamble it away, the remnants had allowed themselves to fall deeper into some unnecessary punishment.
They felt Damned.
But Ace…. Had been refreshing.
An arm rested itself across the shouldered breadth of fire itself and a short chuckle filtered out from Marco’s stern lips; he forced his fingers into the boy’s hair and tickled the tresses until it was left a mess and more, before amusing himself when he considered that the older man may have very well come across as incredibly confusing on this humid evening.
“It doesn’t feel so hot anymore yoi – thanks to a hot-headed brat”
The irritable mood had been completed transformed, so much so that he ignored the apology and awarded the fallen commander with a look that signified “No need for sorry” before finally hooking the shirt around his waist, adding another layer of unneeded cloth to his hips before folding bare arms in his usual haughty attitude; he wouldn’t mind being incredibly confusing.
“Oi, what was that comment about the shirt?”
BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE.
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