standing tall

indie one piece mutli muse. oc friendly, crossover selective, semi-selective & mutual only. by rose

[optreasurecruise]

[piratebled]

i haven't been on in a long time, but i do want to get back into interactions and stuff

[chillinrpmemes]

FIRST INTERACTIONS STARTER SENTENCES

First impressions can be tough to get through. That's okay. To get started , here are some general sentences to get things going

❛ i'm sorry , i didn't mean to bump into you . ❜

❛ hey , are you lost ? ❜

❛ sorry , people here don't really like new faces . ❜

❛ have i seen you before ? ❜

❛ where are you from ? ❜

❛ oh my god ! you scared the shit out of me ! ❜

❛ you should be careful. this area is pretty shady. ❜

❛ hello ? i think i'm lost. ❜

❛ can you take this picture for me ? ❜

❛ excuse me , i think you dropped this. ❜

❛ you shouldn't be here. ❜

❛ can i borrow your phone ? ❜

❛ holy shit ! are you okay ? ❜

❛ may i sit here ? ❜

❛ i think they got our orders mixed up. ❜

❛ hi , i'm looking for a _____ . is that you ? ❜

❛ sorry , i'm new here. ❜

❛ i'm so sorry ! let me clean that up for you. ❜

❛ hey it's you ; _____ ! ❜

❛ you should watch where you're going. ❜

❛ can you hold this for me ? ❜

[mineda00]

[svrs-sanji]

Isn't it good to have your evil twin ☠️

[chiikaramochi]

❛❛    𝗜 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗲…          𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆.    ❜❜

sweet commander , the second son , the man with a bounty of a billion . indie charlotte katakuri , of the one piece series .  fresh new blog , using this as a temporary promo !  please give this a like / reblog if you are interested in interacting and i’ll come and check out your blog !  caution: spoilers present.

[silverblxd]

Unable to say it aloud, I’ll keep this in my heart  I kept the pain so hidden, it dug under my skin  I let the doubt consume me without a fight

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[aconiite]

Independent One Piece Original Character Penned by Yoko Side blog to @silverblxd

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[piratebled]

silverblxd​

  there was someone fatima had been looking for, rather, on the hunt for. guess this person didn’t know who they messed with, or perhaps they thought they could get away with it. of course not, anyone who did try anything were going to get what they deserved. plus, it was a great way to gather information, see what anyone knew.

  listening in to people chatter, sometimes eavesdropping made things interesting. sitting herself down at the counter of a bar, the female let out a small sigh, a bounty poster placed beside her “gimme something strong.” she said to the barkeep, her leg crossing over before turning her attention to the female next to her.

  “say, you haven’t happened to know anything about this man, do you?” she asked, shifting the poster towards her. dark hues observing her expression, taking a good glance at her appearance after. “...it’s just that, he took something from me. it’s very precious.” a partial lie, it wasn’t really precious at all, but nonetheless it was something that didn’t belong to him.

[piratebled]

Dark Core Personality Test.

This makes you 17.11% Darker than the average person.

tagged by:  abrupturn​ tagging:  steal from me!

[piratebled]

crocodile: if they so much as look at you the wrong way, i will have their heads. ( protective dad croc for fatima?? >:3c )

  how touching! though she highly doubted there was anyone who was stupid enough to do that, there was that reaffirmation of her father caring for her rather than the thought of him using her. “why thank you, father. i’ll be sure to let you know when that happens...”

[piratebled]

you know i like the idea of fatima carrying a small pocket knife around, with a protector on it as the blade be made out of sea stone.

[piratebled]

medicus-mortem​

   Law just glares at her as she practically puts at his refusal to play into her flirting. He doesn’t have the time or the patience for pointless conversation. Nor does he care that she’s apparently insulted by his assumption of her status. He just stares at her, at all this bemoaning and comments. He’s not going to say anything about his methods when it comes to interrogation, whether that be just simple conversation or something closer to torture. So far she hasn’t given him anything that is worth a shred of information from him.

   Again he has the desire to just up and leave. He warned her about wasting his time but she just keeps doing it. Law shifts in his chair, hand moving to grab his sword. He is just about to get up when she finally says something of relevance. So she does have some idea when Crocodile is but it’s not much. Not even a direction. How annoying.

   “So … no actual location?” An irritated sigh slips from him. He can already guess the game here. “I take it you’re going to insist I follow you, then?”

   The Surgeon of Death’s features darken as that threat leaves her. He doesn’t take kindly to being threatened or told what to do. His jaw tightens, golden eyes piecing as his glare intensifies. He admits she did feel strong but he’s seen nothing here that suggests she is even remotely a threat to him.

   “Sure, you can try at least,” he snarls, tone menacing. His next answer is intentionally vague. “Lets just say it’s about a couple people he’s acquainted with.”

  dare herself she didn't want law to escape, besides, she couldn't allow herself to give all the answers, she needed her own! the fact he wasn't going along with her playfulness meant he wasn't in a mood...that or he was always serious.

  then it meant she had to as well, she needed at least something from him instead of going back empty. she knew him leaving wouldn't be good, fatima needed him to stay as long as possible. glad she was able to say something to catch his attention, something that kept his interest from staying.

  "if i gave you an actual location, what do you think he'd do upon my return?" she knew he'd be mad, though she had a feeling he wouldn't give a damn. "certainly, you honestly thought i'd leave a warlord alone? who knows, you could use that time to prepare..." she couldn't tell what he was up to, or if it really was just him wanting to question her father like he wanted.

  there were no chances taken in that, still, she wasn't going to take that. if she must attack him, then she should. given he was going to harm crocodile. though his words made her chuckle, fatima was taught well, always be prepared. how would his devil fruit compare to hers?

  getting up from her seat, her feet made its way to the entrance "perhaps not today, law." a small tease, "...aww, i'm feeling left out. how would you know I wouldn't know these acquaintances of his? unless, you didn't do your homework?"

[piratebled]

sunfirekid

  it was easy to tell when someone was a pirate, they always had this...aura to them. though perhaps it was different with fatima, she never radiated any of being one, like her father. she could tell at a glance, and not always it was their aura, perhaps call it like a gut feeling. the same as when she could tell one was a marine; in truth, it was all about their person. how one was, their personality and attitude, there wasn't anything that could be spoken otherwise.

  she could tell with a glance over at one of the pirates from afar, herself kept seated for a while, leg uncrossing to stand up. her feet making her way towards the oddly dressed male, slow yet cautious; her father taught her well.

  stopping, fatima leaned her body forward to alert him of her presence, her smile somewhat flirty, her hidden motives have yet to be revealed; why else would she approach him? “may i sit here?”

[piratebled]

abrupturn​

  how many nights had it been? the silence filling the room, the moons rays beaming to her room, the lack of sleep had yet to be showing upon her face. each day fatima made sure she was in tip top shape, she wasn’t going to allow herself to be a disappointment, to let her father down. however, the tough façade was slowly being at ease. there was a pain within she couldn’t describe, or perhaps it was a need for affirmation.

    she knew not to question him, how she never wanted to incur his wrath. so fearsome.

  there had yet to be anything happening, perhaps a dull day. was he seeking an adventure or perhaps another plot for something? it was hard to tell what he was thinking. her feet slowly approached her father on a cold night, her head down, unable to get herself to look at him.

  his expression always appeared to be stoic, fatima always knew that the way he showed his love and care wasn’t like other families. warm hugs, even forehead kisses...things she’s seen other children receive from their parent/s; she did not desire it, just his praise and head pats were enough. “father,” her voice called out, it took another moments of silence to speak up, she couldn’t keep him waiting.

  “...was there ever a moment in your life you regret taking me in?” it had been one of a few questions which plagued her mind. although, she wasn’t to ask many questions at once, one at a time, she was sure she’d get those answers rather than doubt.

[piratebled]

when you realise that croc is tall enough to rest his arm on fatima’s head

[piratebled]

medicus-mortem​

   At first her words are relatively reasonable. Just as he doesn’t trust her Law suspect she doesn’t trust him. Understandable really, but he has no desire to take away Crocodile’s freedom. All Law wants is information, something he doubts this girl could give him. She does seem confidant but that doesn’t mean anything. Nor does her claim that she won’t waste his time. This already feels like she is stalling, especially when she makes that playful comment.

   His eyes glaze over for a second, the Hearts Captain finding no interest in this kind of behaviour. He’d much rather she just stick to the facts instead of trying to obfuscate things with flirty words. It won’t affect him or influence him. It’ll just tick him off and then she’ll be making an involuntary donation to his organ stores.

    “Never said it’d be your heart,” he says, tone cold. “Could be your liver, your spleen, a kidney, whatever the hell I feel like I need. And I do not care if he lies. Crocodile’s lies would tell me more than anything a mere errand girl could tell me.”

   Irritation slips into his tone. Law is definitely starting to feel like this is a waste of time. Convincing this woman of his intentions would be pointless. In the end all she could possibly give him is how to find Crocodile. He doubts she knows anything about his meetings as a shichibukai or how her boss loss to Straw Hat.

   “Look, his freedom means nothing to me and honestly this isn’t necessary for my plans. I am simply curious. So, either tell me something of note or I’m walking.”

  she was curious, what was this information he wanted? of course, she thought he could have other motives too, she had to take them into consideration. the words she chose were carefully picked, she didn’t want to piss him off, that wasn’t her intention at all. she needed him to stay, to get him to tell her what she wanted to know, how else could she affirm he meant his words?

  it appeared as if he wasn’t taking lightly her playful yet somewhat flirty tone, all seriousness. a small sigh escaped her lips, “how boring~” fatima commented. if this was how he wanted to act, she knew there’d be no point. just get straight to business, she knew he could take any part of her organs, but he couldn’t go along with her comment? he must be life of the party.

  “ an errand girl?” she scoffed, she was no errand girl. a small frown came to her face, “how amusing, you think i am someone who does as she is told?” her eyes kept focus on him, “i wouldn’t know how you could tell if my boss’ lies are really that, or the truth.” she wasn’t good at reading people, but hell she was trying.

  “and i doubt he’d tell you, or perhaps he would. depends on what you want to know.” another small sigh escaped her lips, “very well. he’s not too far from here, it might take half a day at most to reach him.” she said, he wanted to know, so it was what he got. though she did hope she was making the right choice rather than still keeping it a secret.

  “i won’t hesitate to hurt you if you try anything,” telling him beforehand. “will you at least tell me what you want to know? he won’t like it if i tell him i have no clue.” she never liked seeing her father on his bad side, it was scary. he’d have to tell her something, right? she didn’t want to appear as if she was incompetent.