#the world's our oyster..........................

[carolsturka]

WAGNER MOURA as Marcelo Armando in "O Agente Secreto" (2025).

[brambeag]

I stuck the little fenris tictac up as a wee charm also on acggoods btwww… u can get him hereeee

[carouselunique]

I know it's not truly Spring yet here in NYC, it's just been so long since I could wear sundresses and cardigans I'm letting myself have this one today! ☀️

[beastenraged]

landed carp- 1

Kaido's gills don't even get a chance to kick in, for his latest attempt. Not when there's someone already fishing him out.

"-asshole, look where you're tossing yourself, almost broke my ship."

Large hands pulling him out. Large hands belonging to a large individual, one with braided magenta hair and a goatee, eyes strangely covered up, as he scowls down at Kaido. Up onto a ship that's large but certainly no pirates' vessel. No, it's more of fisherman's one, from what he can tell. Something not meant for the wild predators of the New World.

Not that seems to have stopped this man any.

Kaido hasn't felt this small, metaphorically or literally, since being on Rocks crew. And it's been about that long since he's last seen a giant face-to-face.

An Ancient giant at that, judging by the horns poking through that helmet. Horns not unlike Kaido's own.

"Now, what the hel-"

A piercing whistle.

The giant jerks. "Oh right." He turns to wave up in the direction of his sails and mast.

There's a darker skinned human child sitting up on the mast, hanging off of some kind ledge carved into it, kicking her feet back and forth.

"See anything else?"

The child shakes her head, white hair flicking about it. Then she responds in something like military handsigns, Kaido also hasn't seen anything like that for a while.

"Looks like you're not bait." On seeing (somehow, through those bandages) Kaido's raised eyebrow, the giant explains himself. "Small scale pirates like to pull hostage shit every once in a while, for ambushes."

"You're in an Emperor's territory," Kaido can't help but point out. His territory. No small scale pirates there, and if there were, they're either under his banner or about to be.

(Or about to be sunk into the sea.)

The giant scoffs.

"That Kaido guy never leaves Wano, so I think we'll be fine."

The 'Kaido guy' in question stands there, mildly stymied by this utter lack of recognition.

Seeming content with Kaido's response (or lack of one), the giant moves on to introductions.

"Loki." He points to the girl, who waves. "Oyster. Who are you?"

There's no reason to not say he's Kaido, one of the Four Emperors, Captain of the Beast Pirates and that same individual they don't seem too worried about running into.

But this has never happened before. Everyone knows him on sight, and those who don't are weaklings already preparing to flee. To run into a pair that neither applies to is...new.

What if he tries this out. Sees what not being Kaido here will get him.

(The giant, Loki, seems strong. A fighter.)

And of course, his mind goes to the one name his son's been tromping out all the time now.

Don't use that name, don't use that name, don't use that-

"Oden."

Fuck. He used it.

"Oden, huh." Loki tilts his head. "Look, you mind giving us directions to whatever island you jumped off of? We can get you back there."

Kaido knows these waters. He can do that. "Sure."

Kaido also knows the closest island to here and from there...he can contact his vice captain. His crew.

But in the meantime...he looks over Loki. Glances with a flash of Observation towards the human crawling down the mast.

He'll learn more about this crew of two.

Determine the best way to get them part of the Beast Pirates.

[anneapocalypse]

Even after the Warrior of Light's adventuring days are supposedly through, she is frequently found traveling the realm, giving well-attended lectures on comparative healing and what Eorzea's varied disciplines might learn from one another.

Her husband can usually be found in the audience, watching with pride.

[old-no7]

For the first time in six years Hangman is forced to define himself outside the scope of the Men’s World Championship, which means trying to remember who he was before to give a pathway to who he is after. Gang we might be eating good here soon.

[astrophager-a]

⋆ ⭒ ˚ . ⋆ PROJECT HAIL MARY PROMPTS. ACCEPTING.

“you poked it with a stick?” — @tremaynes.

❛ no ! no. kind of. ❜ a rapid deterioration of admission, the steep slope of a gradient from outright appalled denial to a more shameful acceptance of it. he eyes the cat guiltily, stick in hand dropped as if to shun his accountability from it, wiping the dirt from his palm onto his jeans. ❛ what else did you want me to poke it with, my hand ? do you know how many diseases you can catch from that ? ❜ so typical for him to deflect and dance around responsibility, and yet to play the moral high ground with scientific expertise and often shoddily placed charisma and humour. he sighs, explanation finally coming loose on the knot of his tongue. ❛ i didn’t know if it was dead or not. ❜

he spares a glance at the stray feline he has come to have a strange affection for, scraggly and matted coat and scars painting a story of adventures he has never had. never wanted to have, he tells himself. he lies. the cat is all arched back and claws now, disturbed from its catatonic sleep and hissing, all notions of a bond between it and this man ( it occasionally stops by for food at his place ) temporarily lost. a low yowl of warning is released into the space between them, and ryland offers wise words of observation to fill the silence with something other than that angry mewl.

❛ it’s not. in case you were wondering. ❜

[dead-dove-eat-me]

im getting A BIT, A TEENY TINY bored of dirkdave. if anyone has any homestuck proship drawin reqs id be glad to try and draw it : )