empresskira replied to your post: Imagine if Ace became a villain. The “they think...
I’ve always wanted this. A very Dark Ace that just started to actually turn into a monster… hmmm *story plots rattling*
That’s partly why I created Spade! He’s a giant asshole! I always like imagining how easily some of my favorites could have turned into villains in a story.
Without Sabo or Luffy, should he live past childhood. Ace very well could have turn out for the darker.
ay ay ay!!! All the world! must see this publication of Empresswrite !! It's fabulous, I just could not stop drawing !!!
personally I think the face of Sabo was my best achievement this time XD
This is a fanart for Empresskira for his wonderful drabble! I can not stop reading it, it's very addictive !!
@empresskira - "Pain is the only thing I'm familiar with." Marco, maybe as sarcasm as he usually heals?? <3
“Ow ow ow OW!” Thatch squawked, yanking his arm away from his brother. Marco sighed and sat back a bit annoyed. He rolled his eyes as Thatch pouted, cradling his arm close to his chest.
“I can’t tell you if it’s broken if you don’t let me look at it.” Thatch glared back but slowly and reluctantly relaxed his arm for Marco.
“It is broken, so be gentle. Do you know how excruciating this is?”
“Yes” Marco snorted “because pain is the only thing I’m familiar with.” With a smirk, he glanced from his examination of Thatch’s arm to look into the honey brown eyes that glared back.
“I hate you, you’re the worst.” Marco just hummed, not really paying attention. “Why you’re the appointed medic on this mission is anyone's guess.”
“Because I’m the only one on this mission who bothered to learn even basic medical treatment.”
“Or because pop’s is going seni- OW!” Thatch yanked his arm back to his chest. “You bird brained brute!”
“Whiny little idiot.” Marco refuted childishly. How Thatch managed to always drag him to his level, Marco could never comprehend. “It’s not broken.” He was quick to cut off his brother’s argument. “It may, however, be fractured. We’ll have to have Whisk take a look at it when we get back. “ Marco couldn’t deny he felt a little bit of satisfaction when Thatch groaned about that. Whiskey was not exactly the most gentle among their medical staff.
“In the meantime you should rest your arm.” He looked pointedly at his brother. “Don’t strain it further, in fact best not use it. For anything.”
“That’s nasty Marco.”
“What?”
“I can’t believe you. Talking about such dirty things.”
“Oh for the love of. You know what I mean.”
“Disgusting.”
Marco groan, exasperated and annoyed. Thatch’s eat shit grin firmly in place. Pushing aside the temptation to whack the man Marco helped him up. As they walked away, he silently thought how he preferred his whining.
I may have jacked Whiskey (or at least the idea of her) from someone. I think I remember seeing her in a couple fics and for some reason I thought she was canon until now that I stopped to think about it.
“How did you piss off that wizard? Did you kill his familiar?” Koala to Sabo about Marco/Ace?
“RUN!”
Koala turns to the sound of her friend’s voice, long suffering sigh on her lips, but before the sound can even escape her mouth the aforementioned friend grabbed her by the arm and started dragging her away at a sprint.
“Why are we running!” She yells at him, twisting her arm out of his grasp so she can keep up with him more easily.
“I may have pissed off a Pyromancer!”
“You WHAT!?” She yells as she turns around to glance behind them to see a very angry wizard chasing after him, flames in his hands ready to be fired.
“How did you piss off that wizard? Did you kill his familiar!”
“No! I did not!”
“Then WHAT!”
“Never mind that! Just Keep Running.” He said as he dodged a fireball.
“SABO!”
“TALK LATER RUN NOW!”
“Okay, we ran, we escaped, now Talk.”
Sabo looked up at Koala with a plaintive look on his face, “I don’t know! I was going to steal from them sure, but I didn’t! Freckles just turned around and started running at me and yelling so I booked it!”
“Have you met him before somewhere? Maybe he has a grudge?”
“I have no idea who he was! How in the world could he have a grudge against me?”
“Alright, lets think through this, have you pissed of any nobles in particular lately, and taken credit or have had credit thrust upon you in any way?”
“I mean there was that one in Kalhoosh but I was disguised that whole time.”
“Anybody else?”
“No! I’ve been trying to keep a low profile since that close call with that Prince five months ago!”
Koala slumps back on her log, in defeat, “It couldn’t be one of his subjects right? Or someone he hired?”
“Not a chance, otherwise they would be shouting things like ‘In the name of Prince Tunidash I command you to Bleh Bleh Bleh!’” Sabo mocked. “He is a self important asshole and wants everybody to know who is after me.”
“It still astounds me that he hasn’t plastered your face all across the world yet.”
“If he did that then he would have to admit to the real reason why he wasn’t present on time to the World Summit.”
Koala grins , “Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Good times, good times.”
They were just about ready to pack up camp and move off to some obscure village far far away when they saw in the sky a large and colorful bird.
A large and colorful flaming bird…
A very large, colorful, flaming bird that was diving straight for them, with the angry pyromancer from before on his back.
“Shit!” Sabo shouted as he dived out of the way of the birds decent path. “How in the fuck did you find me! Why are you even chasing me!?”
“Shut the fuck up and let me hit you! You asshole! We thought you were dead!” Yelled the wizard as he lunged at Sabo with a ball of flames surrounding his fist.
“Who even are you! Who is We? You and the bird?! Why would you think I was dead! AND WHY ARE YOU STILL TRYING TO KILL ME!?” Sabo shouted back at the freckled man as he dodged blow after blow of fiery fury.
“You went off on your own you fucking idiot! Dogra saw you get hit! We couldn’t even find a fucking Body!” Replied the irritatingly familiar man.
“Who is Dogra? What do you Mean? I don’t know what you are talking about!” Sabo asked as he grabbed hold of the burning hands of his assailant
“WE MOURNED YOU YOU ASSHOLE! NOW LET ME HIT YOU SO I CAN DRAG YOUR ASS BACK TO LUFFY AND! AND! AND! Damnit Sabo, why did you never tell us you were okay…” The black haired man continued to yell, struggling to get his arms out of Sabos grasp, before finally giving up and starting to cry.
Sabo just looked at him in confusion. Who was this man, and Why was he so familiar?