【 ⚙ 】 @medicus-felini @flambace
You two little shits better be thanking your lucky stars he managed to assemble an outfit in time after all his clothes got mutilated and cremated.
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【 ⚙ 】 @medicus-felini @flambace
You two little shits better be thanking your lucky stars he managed to assemble an outfit in time after all his clothes got mutilated and cremated.
hard work is something that his been instilled in him ever since he was a child, but perhaps the extent to which he takes it borders obsessive. even hours before ace arrived, aphelios had been poring over the notes scratched messily in his notebook, a flurry of signs and symbols that make little sense outside of the bubble of his toiling mind: it's a chasm of his own thoughts spilled abstractly across the pages, maybe even artful had it not been for the way he slashes scrapped ideas. right, maybe they should take a break. he's held ace captive for two hours already.
flat? it doesn't sound flat. or maybe it's not in the right key? ━━━ pointing at the message in his book, his hair flies wildly when a hand comes to ruffle it in an attempt to clear his mind from the jumble. the couch creaks as he leans back before straightening upright suddenly and scribbling another note to him, shoving it close in his face. let's eat. i'm starving and it feels like my ass is fused with the cushions.
「 @flambace ❤ ‘d for a starter. 」
" Oi, doc. I think I need to get checked. " ace says as he knocks gently at the feline's doorframe at her office. he brushes a hand through his raven hair, appearing a little concerned than usual. " I think I have a serious case of Ligma. "
@flambace `♡´ Unprompted but Ligma
It saddens her heart. He comes over, suspecting that he is ill? Oh dear. And what was that disease? Ligma? Certainly, that must be a rare human sickness not even she has heard before. Clawed fingers flip through various sites of heavy tomes, literature that describes all kinds of illnesses humans can get, at least those that have been recorded already. Ligma, Ligma...
Another book gets picked up from higher shelves, the feline pushes her glasses up her nose. This has to be serious. ❝ Ligma? I never heard of that. It seems I don't have any information on hand either! ❞ Eyebrows knit into a very worried expression.
❝ What is this Ligma? ❞
❛ that doesn't look anything like me. but i do like pie so ― ❜ it blows up in his face.
this is what i think about whenever i see ace in my notifis. milou is bill, and the outcome changes every fucking time I'M CRIYNG
@flambace wanted yamato .
it felt unreal , the similarities of that day & now , but it only served to fuel his excitement . there was fear that he'd wake up any second now , that none of it would be real - the feeling of the snow against his skin reminded him it was . he'd fallen , his eagerness to see him making him unaware of any surroundings . he'd lost his sandal in the snow , the cause of the fall , but that's the last thing on his mind . it's abandoned there in the snow , he's up & running again . nothing mattered more to him then than the face he'd been thinking about day after day , just waiting on their promise to be fulfilled . there had never been a doubt in his mind that someday , it would be .
no words could leave him - no words could describe how he felt then , only a loud yell as he got closer - as if confirming to himself that it really was ace in front of him . his running showed no signs of stopping or slowing , though his arms outstretched . he was bigger than him , though not by too much - yamato was well aware that he could handle the impact , though it would send the poor man onto his back . there was no care for that , if anything , it was exactly what he wanted - in his mind , there was no better way to show just how much he was missed .
@flambace asked: ' holy shit. are you okay? what the hell happened? '
"Luffy." He wheezed, lungs still grasping for the air that had been knocked out of him even as he rolled to his side to try and get up. His hand moved to his chest as if placing it there would help him regain the air he desperately needed after the gum gum powered punch he'd taken to the chest. "Ate a fucking cactus and is hallucinating."
Groaning he finally managed to sit up, bracing his arms on his knees as he drew in a stronger breath of air with each inhale. Muttering to himself more than Ace. "Why does he keep eating shit he doesn't know anything about?"
@flambace liked for a starter!
A feeling of relief lingered over Sanji’s shoulders after he was standing back on the Thousand Sunny once more, they were leaving Whole Cake behind. They were leaving his family behind despite the parting words that were thrown his way because of his father, a man who he refused to call by that name though. Judge wasn’t his father, he never had been which probably was a thought that had started even before he had gotten thrown behind those bars. He knew who his father was, a tough chef who was waiting for him back at the Baratie.