#victhevortex

[fightingf-sh]

Happy Birthday Vic. I love you bby girl.

[fightingf-sh]

Knight!AU

That’s right, they’re knights and gunna whoop your ass. Vicmun has a serious weak spot for KnightAU!

[penguinsbiteart]

Happy Birthday Trafalgar Law (Belated)

It’s crept upon us! A special day. I’ve decided to make a more personal tribute - because weirdly, this character also had special meaning to me. October is apparently full of birthdays of those that mean something important to me how odd huh?

@surgeonofheart

Thank you for allowing Vic to exist, thank you for giving her a home and continuing to deal with her awful antics. (Especially that one time with the whole flamdaman escapade) Thank you for allowing her to flourish and find her feet like a good guardian would and being that perfect awkward platonic-aretheyplatonic? ship. Thanks for all the windows crashes and all those awkward moments. Your particular Law was the only Law that could be everything she needed. A guardian. A friend. A Captain. A brother. A love. He even managed to somehow offer an awkward hand to a hateful marine sibling even though there was no need to. 

I know I’ve pretty much abandoned roleplaying on tumblr, but one thing to consider is… well, she wouldn’t have existed on here at all if it weren’t for you! I fell in love with yours and @orewahida‘s writing and I always resent it when I’m gloomy and only spew negative radioactive waste at you. But more than anything, you have both been massively supportive of my most indulgent, dorky self-insert-translation-fish-child.

And you mean the world to me.

@thedarkdoctorlaw

Hey. I’m sorry I didn’t play together much with your Law. I know Vic was busy tailing around ^ this dork. But that doesn’t mean your law wasn’t great! In fact. He was. Massively so.

When I watched you interact with other people, your writing showed through the awkward panda yanno. And the dork you’d become when a Luffy would come roly-polying into your law would make me laugh hard. Don’t ever look down on him. Your law. Cos there could be a million Laws running around tumblr or the internet in general, but there is only one of your Law - and he’s amazing.

 Even in regards to the fish-child. Not that they interacted much, but somehow I still felt that kind and caring Captain vibe from him whenever I played on her. Like you were always hovering over her to make sure that she was okay. Liking posts and messages and being forever patient with me even as I started to play less. Let me know if you ever get the feel for him and hit me up on LINE or SKYPE. 

To the both of yous. If you ever wanna Heart pirate shit up. Come knocking on my door.  I think I’m feeling Vic’s muse enough to play her in IM. She’s become shy and awkward and mostly lonesome. But she’ll say hi if it’s her Anti-Bread Captain.

[themostfreedom]

@victhevortex

It was the smell that caught his attention first, and in a manner that wasn’t unlike him, he followed his nose to wherever the tantalizing aroma lead him. From the smell of it there seemed to be an array of ingredients being cooked, however Luffy was most concerned about the multiple ( multiple! ) varieties of meat that he could make out.

His stomach was growling already.

It wasn’t long before he navigated his way out from the forest into a small clearing, and he immediately spotted the pot of food that guided him here. 

“That smells so good!! Can I have some?!!” And he didn’t recognize the person who was tending to the pot, ( not that he actually looked long enough when his eyes were so focused on the food ) but he was hungry, and wasn’t thinking about manners ( but then again, when did he ever ).

[checkmatejoy]

BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE.

tagged by: @reaperoftheunderworld

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. needles. restraints. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.

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[shukkou]

@victhevortex

☠ | |  Burnt flesh - the nauseating aroma of copper scorched beyond a liquid state - he had been unable to discern whether the smell had been his own battered form met with the same molten caress as.. ..                       Ace...

                                    A...ce...

         “Aessu...”

Muddled thoughts swam endlessly throughout a normally idealistic psyche, scenes of tragedy replaying in spurts of clarity within his mind’s eye. Bandaged from head to toe, the specter of a Supernova rested a stained, leaking palm on a nearby tree, streaking the wood with lifeblood as he took another staggering step forward.

           This had been a short lapse in the thunderous screams and shouts that had just moments later filled the air in Maiden Island, a despairing beast’s rampage halted for a single moment as he opted to make sense of the nightmares that plagued his perception. Limbs barely felt, there was no pain - though lungs labored heavily, desperately attempting to deliver oxygen to the necessary destinations to keep the young captain alive, draining the last of the tension hormone’s prowess from his system in order to relapse into a more conscious state.

    He had just forced his way into the jungle, past faces he could barely recognize, only seeing more forces, a never-ending sea of justice, all sabotaging his efforts in claiming what was to him, more important than his own dreams.

                   Tears mixed with the amaranth he shed from every pore, and he couldn’t comprehend why..                              “Aessu...?”

[theplaguelord]

-offers a kish for the idea of kissing a fruit bat completes her-

Christmas Batkiss

❅—“Iｎ ｏｒｄｅｒ ｔｏ ｓｕｒｖｉｖｅ ｔｈｅ ｇｎａｓｈｉｎｇ ｏｆ ｉｔｓ ｔｅｅｔｈ…

               “Iu oɹpǝɹ ʇo snɹʌᴉʌǝ ʇɥǝ ƃuɐsɥᴉuƃ oɟ ᴉʇs ʇǝǝʇɥ…”  

    There was a certain decorum involved with receiving a mistletoe-invoked kiss - and mere decades of undeath did nothing to diminish nine millennia of nobility. The fallen elf aligned his forearm from hip to hip, behind his back. The opposing arm was folded in parallel, across his midsection. The resulting bow was as elegant as it was outdated; although it assuredly lessened Myrundíel’s height for the pirate’s reach. The San’layn was nearly familiar with this pirate, she’d shared her culinary gifts a few times… not to mention his having been harangued for weeks now, by her captain. While this gesture no more assured his intention to accept the offer to join the Heart Pirates than any other, it was a rather more pleasant surprise to have been so charmingly cornered by the spirited young chef. He affected a slight incline to his head, leaving the unmarred side of his jawline to the ceremonial affection.

    The saronite cage that usually denied access to his unnaturally warm, lower jaw was noticeably absent. It rested idly between clawed fingers that belied its weight by the ease with which they grasped the madness-laced metal. And a mouth stained with shadows sparked in faint amusement. What a terrible fondness to have cultivated, for fools who would not recoil from his eldritch nature.

   ❝My regards to the Surgeon of Death, as well. You and yours are faring well enough, yes? I would be thankful for your good fortune, but do bear in mind that I would eagerly claim each of you for my own, if ever you looked upon Death with more favor than life.❞

                                             —ｗｅ ｃｒａｗｌｅｄ ｗｈｏｌｅ,                                                         ‘ǝloɥʍ pǝlʍɐɹɔ ǝʍ

                                                               ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｂｅｌｌｙ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｂｅａｓｔ.”                                                                      “.ʇsɐǝq ǝɥʇ ɟo ʎllǝq ǝɥʇ oʇuᴉ

[theplaguelord]

What is your favourite past time? / How many grapefruit can you consume in a minute? / What is your personal best time for a shower?

Two truths and a lie.Ask the mun or the muse three questions. Two will be the truth and one will be a lie.

❅— ❝My favorite pastime? You surely jest. There is no place for frivolous or indulgent pursuits within my Lord’s Scourge. My existence is carved of servitude. There can be no idle diversion when my King’s Will need be done.”

❅— ❝...the rate is weighed heavily by the method consumed. If time is short, I will elect to dehydrate the fruit, drinking only the nectar, and offer the remains to my ghouls. They cannot often discern between the texture of young bone and the shell of dried fruit.

   Now, let us engage in some simple Scourge science for a moment, to better answer your question. I can easily claim for my appetite, the lifeblood of a human adult (preferably a Kirin Tor mage) within a minute. There are approximately one and a half gallons of blood in a healthy, adult human male. It requires about twenty-four grapefruit to extract the equivalent of that much grapefruit juice.

  Therefore, it is evident that I could, under haste, consume at least the nectar of  twenty-four grapefruit in one minute."

❅— ❝I would cautiously elect dusk as the preferable hour for bathing, essential hygiene, and other rudimentary preening. The reason being? My plagues are replenished after dusk, and its hours of hunting. After dusk, they can sometimes mutate in unexpected and volatile ways. It is not always wise to stand anywhere near me upon exposure to water, after I have revitalized their efficacy.”

    Though I host some concerns for the reasons you could offer, inquiring as you have, I will allow them to rest. May this information serves you well, as all the steps taken in this world will inevitably lead to the foot of my Lord’s throne.