imagine meeting one piece ha Joon and asking if he’s single and he says no and when you ask who his partner is you find out it’s Arlong
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imagine meeting one piece ha Joon and asking if he’s single and he says no and when you ask who his partner is you find out it’s Arlong
@poneglph | CRACKER
ㅤㅤHe loses count after the twenty seventh congratulatory handshake amidst the buffeting sea of new faces, palm commencing to cramp from the introduction of extended family and allies, the range in proportions varying from the miniscule to the gargantuan, all blurring together in a heady mess of syllables and supposed well wishes— Confectionary themes aside, it doesn’t help that the Charlottes don’t have a distinctive resemblance between them all, blue eyes scanning over numerous sets of features in a bid to discern which of the two categories the guests fall under ( ce n’est pas important ). The cook prince tries to muster a polite smile but it appears a little forced under the strain of it all, one of his siblings harshly slapping him on the shoulder to save face in laughter, stating that the younger was simply fatigued from the trip and the rigmarole of the last coupla days. The blond acquiesces with a small nod but, deep down, he’s miserable, scantly holding it together with each passing minute that brings them closer to the big event.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤA conversation’s in full swing between nameless person A and nameless person B, the pair speaking over the soon-to-be groom, his feigned efforts of paying attention or engaging starting to diminish in realisation that it didn’t particularly matter, much like his fate within this encroaching union. Footsteps sidestep the chatty duo ( il a besoin d’une pause dans tout ça ), blindly heading in the opposite direction where a table of refreshments catches a searching eye— only to walk right into someone considerably taller than him. A hand raises in apology, peering up at the unknown towering figure. “ Ah, sorry, I’m in your way— ”
So how do you guys think Lili spread the poneglyphs? My current theorys are
A: she dropped them out of her personal space ship, as shown with Enels cover series
B: she dropped them out of Uranus
C: she had the Paw-Paw fruit and pushed them like Kuma did the Strawhats.
My best guess is C. Any other option than instant, would have too much chance of both being stopped by the other celestial dragons, or landing in the ocean and being lost forever.
@poneglph | plotted starter
“ ( .... ) 200.000. m berri on 4th, then another extension on the 8th. Truly a mess..... Some men shouldn't be allowed near money, ga ne. If you ask me, Mr Arlong. ” Mr 3 gestures to the tiddly stack of papers over the table. The height of the piles only increased at each labeled month, displaying the astronomical amount borrowed by one of the fisherman. No wonder the one in front of him was their captain, soon or later he would notice his crewmates disappearance. “ Heee's fineeee ~ Worry not, ga ne. I'm a kind man after all! I even gave that gentleman a the exclusive discount. He will work here only for the next.....What? ” He takes a long sip from his decorated porcelain cup, taking a minute to think. “ For the next 45 years ? Then he's freeeee as a bird, ga ne. ” A hand waved over the face as the artist crossed his legs elegantly, his calm stance displayed it wasn't the first time dealing with situations akin to that one. “ Saaaaaa— Unless you have a counter-proposal or a way to pay up his little mishap—That's all I have to say! Fu ha ha haha ! ~ ”
“ You can also always open a tab yourself, too. I'm at your service, ga ne. ”
" something else " he emphasizes , bringing one hand to scratch the back of his neck as he let out a deep , almost unhappy sigh . was it really a dream? it felt more like a glimpse of the future. the past few days have been nothing but a blur in his head . . . from silent threats to unspoken rivalry, the tension has been building up. " more like a nightmare . i was wounded. deeply".
"do you have this feeling things are going to reach a breaking point soon ? @poneglph, what should i . . . " there's a pause. should he really be making this question? " . . . ah what was it again? well , nevermind" .
@poneglph -Continued from here-
The units were out drinking together, so the Rear Admiral was letting loose, but his one sided crush might have been noticed by everyone, but the one he liked. Ryuij Kurozumi. At least Leigh believed that the other did not know or did not share the same feelings, but as the empty cups piled up his courage took over. It was late now and most of everyone else left or passed out drunk, the only two left were the high ranking officers. The maroon wasted no time on climbing on top of the taller male and straddling him with a small pout. His ponytail was taken out earlier from getting too hot and his uniform cape was left in the corner alongside his sword. The straps across his thighs and upper chest were digging into his flesh, but he did not care. Crimson hues glanced down while Leigh pushed the other carefully backwards with his hands. Smiling softly revealing his fangs as he licked his lips suggestively at the other’s remark.
The Rear Admiral was drunk on the alcohol and his feelings for the other, as he just wanted to pin him down while taking his lips. Huffing out slightly as he decided to give in to his instincts, he leaned forward, clashing their lips together. Leigh was moaning softly from feeling from the other as excitement tingled inside of his stomach and raced up his spine. Goosebumps spread across his flesh as his other hand wrapped around the cape of Ryuji’s neck to pull him into a deeper kiss.
Magellan is grabbing him by the scruff tbh
Bullying Thursdays at @poneglph
This is the end... the end. Mr 3 looks exactly like a lifeless marionette when lifted, if wasn't for his chihuahua whimpering tone. “ SNIIIFFF ! I don't waannnnaaaa be tortuuuuuured gaaa neee! snif snif! Can't we be civilized and agree on a quickly painless death? ssniiiifffff. I won't even fight, pweaaase. Sir Magellan. ”