#evils-champion

[ask-banana-arc]

"... if I sliced you in half, would that make you a banana split?"

...Why the need to slice in half, just get the ice cream, today’s the right day--

[askku-chan]

@evils-champion replied to your post: "Pandababe"

“Actually, I *did* see your panties…”

“Did you.”

[veshtitsaursula]

Closed RP [Doflamingo x Ursula]

@evils-champion

Another island, another chance for Ursula to find new food and a chance to keep away from those pathetic excuses of hunters. She’d been chased for almost two whole weeks - merchant fishermen and sailors trying to get a hold of a rare Sea Witch. How foolish of them, to think they could keep her capured so easily. She was not a simple, mindless fish like most that inhabited the waters of this world. No...she was clever. On par with merfolk and fishmen alike. 

There was one good thing about taking her time when escaping ships. She was able to find out the news of the world. Turns out that Donquixote Doflamingo had escaped from Impel Down. No surprise there really. 

A sigh left her lips, forming bubbles in the shallow waters as she made her way onto shore, the long eel-like tail beginning to split in two. How strange it must seem to anyone ignorant of such a transformation, to see a tail visibly split, the shimmering scales peeling away into a long blue skirt, with two perfectly human legs poking out beneath it. Her upper body seemed to remain unchanged, save for a white bolero covering her top half, tied in a knot at the front.

“Hm...wonder if there is anything else on this island.. Looks pretty desolate.”

She mumbled to herself, knowing full well no one would be answering her any time soon. The island appeared uninhabited, so there should be plenty of food for her to nibble on while she remained incognito. Most likely there would be others to come here, but by then she’d be long gone...

[pilawforhire-archived]

The island and the amnesiac

Starter for @evils-champion

He shut the door behind him as he exited the abandoned hut. Though, the act was more out of a habit of nature rather than for serving any purpose. The shack was in a state of dilapidation, with rot forming in the driftwood that it was built on, and inside it was only barely furnished with amenities. Regardless, it would do for the temporal moment in which he was stranded— on an island he still knew frustratingly little about.

It had been a few days since he woke up on the shore, dazed and disorientated by the preceding events— the last thing he recalled was sinking like an anchor to the bottom of the ocean, amidst the merciless typhoon that had sucked and chewed up the ship that he had been a stowaway on; he had been en route to reunite with his crew after the victorious affairs of Dressrosa. There hadn’t even been much of a chance to struggle for survival; darkness enveloped as the sea closed in all around, lungs screaming out for oxygen to no avail. Thereafter, he had jerked awake surrounded by a beach of soft, white sand, staring out into crystal clear waters sweeping in gentle waves. However, apart from the gushing sounds of the water drifting into the shore, the island itself appeared to be silent.

Overcome in a state of mild panic, he had ventured deeper into the island searching for any signs of civilisation, or for an explanation of how he was alive. There was certain to be one, given the islands he had come across sailing through the seas— if there existed islands wide and high in the skies, as well as down deep in the bottom of the oceans, then this was just another that he had yet to discover, or hear of, for that matter.

Three days later, and he had yet to meet anyone else living on the island. Granted, there was still much land left to cover, and who knew, there could be villages on the other side. Perhaps he ought to find another place of shelter further in so that he could make more progress with his exploration without having to double back every time to the hut near the shore. With some scrap paper and a pencil picked up from the hut, he trekked across the beach, following the rough map he had drawn from the previous days of scouting around, heading to where he last stopped.

Trudging along, the sand was soft and collapsed under his steps, leaving a trail of footprints inches deep. It was around noon, he guessed, from the sweltering heat that radiated from the skies. Stuffing the paper and pencil into his pocket, he removed his hat, wiping away the pool of sweat that was accumulating on his forehead. It was hot, sweltering hot. The heat radiating from the sun burned into his skin, and his shirt was drenched before the hour was up. Sliding his hat back on and groaning at the discomfort of harsh temperatures, he resumed along the path.

To his surprise, as he walked closer, what he thought to be driftwood lying in front appeared to be the body of a man— unconscious? He quickened his pace, hurrying to attend to the first person he’s seen in days.

Standing hunched over before the prone figure, he paused. Was it an act? A bait? Was it to get him to drop his guard while the enemy launched a hostile attack?

He kicked the body with his shoe.

A few minutes of quiet observation later, he decided he was probably just overthinking things. The man’s face was roughed up, and his appearance haggard. Though, he was dressed in prisoner’s garb, which could be a bad sign. However, if the man was still alive, he would be Law’s only bet at finding answers, perhaps. Either way, he stood to lose nothing in saving the man— if he wasn’t yet dead.

Lowering himself to his knees beside the body, he brought his fingers to the man’s neck to check for a pulse. There was none. His hands flew to cup over the centre of the man’s chest, and he applied pressure, proceeding to count down chest compressions in an attempt of resuscitation.

“Hey! Hey, can you hear me?” He’d pumped 30 compressions, to no response.

As a last resort, he tilted the man’s head backwards and pinched the latter’s nose. Bringing his mouth to meet the man’s, he gave two rescue breaths, before replacing his hands for another set of chest compressions.

The first person he’s seen in days, and one that was nearly dead, if not long dead? That couldn’t be a good sign.. at all.

[juttejutsu]

@evils-champion

 His skin itches the moment he sees the other man, a phantom reminder of the crisscross, wire thin injuries he sustained when he faced down Doflamingo and lied for a crew that isn't his, who should be his enemies. Smoker knows his first instinct should be to reach for his jutte, flex his haki and fight, but while his fingers twitch briefly at his sides, he doesn't turn aggressive.

 Not yet.

 Instead, a scoff catches in his throat, and he shoves his hands into his pockets. It's casual, perhaps dangerously so, but he's ready to shift to smoke at a moment's notice. “It's a damn shame Straw Hat and Trafalgar didn't bury your arse.”

[silentcigarette-archive]

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meme  send 🔫 for my muse to watch you kill for them. 

Stupid kid! Rocinante berates the small girl that insisted on being part of the Donquixote Pirates Family.  Knocked away by his extended arm, ‘Baby 5’ avoids certain death, and Rocinante receives a clean cut to his bicep. He doesn’t have the time to properly retaliate before the assailant is shredded into ribbons, their blood hitting him in a crimson spray.

Overkill. Absolute, vicious and effective overkill.

Wiping the blood from his face with his uninjured arm, he points repeatedly at the sobbing weapon-girl. She’s your responsibility. Need to Keep a better eye on her, he silently leers, teeth bared in frustration and promising a proper argument later.

[silentcigarette-archive]

 @evils-championreplied to your photo: theapplepi: REAL MEN HAVE MILK body types of...

“What the hell have you been smoking while I was gone?”

While Brother is away...

‘Nothing’

[grapesandgold-archived]

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meme 

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