#waniobsession

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Dumb idea I've had rolling in my head for a while.

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The sun and the moon run similar courses but seldom meet.

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My old man polycule cross guild is complete. I am just chuffed. 😤

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I am my father's son.

A steady resilient silence that borders on apathy where others have affirming words and consolations. I wear kindness like a suit, tailored, matched, planned, and at the end of the day it comes off to reveal my flawed corporeal form.

I see his scowl in my reflection, though I'm not sure whether the feeling of pride is in likeness or in my own triumphs despite him.

Cursed relationships, I feels aborted upon birth. Having fought for my humanity, but still ending less than whole, I trust only myself to rely on. And yet.

I find myself holding out hope like a wide eyed brat. Like a fool.

For a fool, that just might see past the parts I'm missing.

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Happy October from the cross guild polycule.

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No worries, Sir Croc is only going to body worship so hard it will ruin Rosinante romantically for anyone else before they part ways. Totally healthy dynamic. (⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)

Haha jk... maybe... Before and after inking practice.

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Sir Croc and the dog he didn't want.

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Sircroc's cigars are a funny topic.

Because, in serious fights he seems to lose them if he gets hit, implying that they are real.

But when he aura farms on marine ships, it blasts away and returns with him suggesting that they are just sand.

So what's smoking? Is it some sort of haki based ability? Or maybe a simple sand friction based kinetic heat. ¬‿¬

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