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girls don't have iron in their veins iron rusts with change we do not girls don’t have gold in their hearts gold yields to fire we do not girls don’t have diamonds for bones crowds steal them away we remain
WE ARE NOT YOUR FRAGILE STATUES || k.k. (via asteriaria)
[said while barely holding back tears] honestly this is fine and i am completely unaffected right now, currently, as we speak
Resist much, obey little.
Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via books-n-quotes)
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@trafalgardwaterlami
Too bad she hadn’t been wearing her sleeveless blouse, because that would’ve been convenient right now. And why? Because she had been fighting an opponent who was considerably stronger when it came to sole physical combat. She won, but with consequences. Her arms were bruised from the blocking she had to do. That was why she had to take off her blouse, exposing her back, which was not something she was very fond of.
“I didn’t really have a choice but to block,” she explained as she showed Lami the bruises.
“Well, then I hope you beat him up good and proper!” Lami was surprisingly chipper, smiling brightly as she peered closely at once fair skin, now mottled black and blue. Slender fingers probed gently at the puffy skin, running a critical eye over the discolorations. The injuries didn’t look too bad there were no broken bones, or pulled muscles, just some mild swelling around the affected areas. “Though I’d absolutely hate to see the other guy!”
Humming softly under her breath, Lami pattered over to the fridge, taking out several cold compresses. It would be hard not to miss the reddened sun marking the back of the older female’s back, but Lami pointedly ignored it, refusing to stare or direct any questions about it to her. She can tell the subject is a taboo one, and there were some things that people simply did not wish to discuss. For Lami, it happened to be the faint spots flecking her body, and if the sun on Koala’s back was one of them, then who was she to pry?
“Hold these over the bruises,” Lami explains, handing the compresses over. “The mission went well, then? Did the Chief cause you any trouble?”
xflaare:
— He would shake his head, disagreeing with what she had assumed he wanted; it seemed the blonde female still failed to understand, it hadn’t been her words putting him off but the smile she had been trying so hard to maintain when she held every right, now more than ever to break down and cry and admit she was as terrified as he had been.
She had to be with what she was going through, right?
❝ If it’s the truth, then I’ll take it.. ❞ responding calmly, pretending the gravity of the situation mentioned didn’t have every ounce of his heart shuddering in fear. ❝ I would rather hear the truth than live a lie believing you’re alright when you’re not. Stop shouldering it all like you’re not scared, like this is only your burden to carry.. ❞
His biggest regret remained his lack of knowledge about his brother’s critical condition and following death and such would haunt him forever; he’d acknowledged this much but never again would Sabo allow another of his beloved to slip past his fingers without his knowledge. He would never forgive himself and while Lami may believe she’d been doing them a favor, he needed her to see otherwise.
❝ — My biggest regret was not knowing my brother was dying.. If it’s that or living a blissful lie, I’ll take the truth every time and I’m sure everyone else that cares for you feels the same way. The revolutionary army.. Our family — Hiding this from them isn’t protecting them — it is condemning them to a lifetime of regret. Do you wanna do that to them, Lami? Answer me! ❞ Once again his frustration would appear though this time it wasn’t rage on display, merely quiet despair pleading her to reconsider her choices.
Her attempts to dismiss the matter yet again with jokes would in itself be dismissed by the chief of staff, unable to quite find it in his heart to humor her when all he wanted was for her to admit how serious this was. However, in her words, a single request would grasp of his attention: the request to join him on the following mission.
Of course, he could always increase the security holding her captive in the sick bay but for a moment he would have to pause, wondering if that truly was what he wanted. If her time had been as limited as she implied in a mere moment of truth then wouldn’t the best option be to keep her close where he can ensure her safety than have her running off on her own?
Hesitance clawed at his scarred visage before a sigh escaped followed by a nod. ❝ If you’re strong enough to walk tomorrow.. I’ll take you with me — under one condition: you will not under any circumstance push yourself beyond your limits. If it gets too tiring, you will back out. I mean it, Lami. If I bring you along, you have to stay safe. ❞
“Oh, Sabo,” Her answering smile was blindingly bright, devoid of any trace of fear. Lami took a deep breath to speak, which set her off into a heavy-sounding coughing fit. It took a few long moments before she could finally talk again.“I’ve been through this before. Don’t be scared. I’m not.”
And she wasn’t. Maybe was because of that cursed name of hers she’d heard that all the members of her family had all died with smiles on their faces, quite unperturbed about their impending deaths. Maybe it was because this was all strangely nostalgic being in a hospital bed while someone else fretted over her rapidly dwindling health. But Lami wasn’t as scared as a normal person would be; if anything, she was a little sad, a little regretful that she wouldn’t be able to spend more time with her friends.
“I was related to him too, you know. I had his name too.” Lami sighed, a long, wheezy breath, taut with relief, as well as exhaustion. She’d been keeping her name a secret for so long, per her family’s request, it was almost a relief to let it out. There was no danger now even if the Marines were to catch wind of it, what could they possibly do? She was dying. “But I didn’t know him like you did. He must have been a nice boy.”
Out of respect, of the raw, aching pain of losing a sibling, she’d never asked him about his deceased brother, never talked about Portgas D. Ace before. There had been a slight twinge of sadness and grief, aimed at the family member she had never gotten to know, but it was nothing compared to the crippling grief and misery that Sabo must have felt.
“My older brother had to watch me,” She said, softly, almost a whisper, remembering the stricken look on his face when she’d passed out at the Festival, how a day of fun and laughter had quickly morphed into her worst nightmare. “He saw that I was dying, and I could see on his face that it was killing him as much as my disease was killing me. I don’t want to put anyone through that again. I just can’t.”
Lami reached over and pressed the button on the machine the hospital had given her, which administered painkillers to make her sleepy. She did not mention that she was as likely to back out of a mission as Sabo was to pick up the Den-Den Mushi when someone called him. Which, is to say, not very likely. But she smiled innocently at him all the same. “Three strikes then I’m out. Promise.”
&&. aesthetic ;; the sick
“You have to fight through some bad days to earn the best days of your life.”
SEND 'SLEEPY' PLUS A NAME AND MY MUSE WILL TALK ABOUT THEM WHILE ON THE VERGE OF FALLING ASLEEP
PSA: I don't care if we start a millon threads with eacthother and not one of them gets done
Its about having fun and growing into your muse and expanding your character.
designer-glutton:
Having a sibling is either “we ride together we die together” or “no officer I’ve never seen that person before in my life” there is no in between.
sabolution:
✖ ╟ 🎩 ╢ ✖ It might have been wholly involuntary, but he has essentially predestined himself for an occurrence such as this one. Skipping hours of sleep on the nights he doesn’t bypass it entirely, throwing back mug after mug of caffeine under the pretense of getting a little more paperwork finished before bed, falling into a state of unwashed hair and unshaven jaw, stowing away in his office for the better part of the day and reduced to reclusive behavior to evade unsolicited discussions of grief between fellow revolutionaries consisting of them repeatedly pressing him on how he was coping through the days following Lami’s funeral — the sentiment is amicable enough, but he’s unsure of how many more times he’ll be subjected to providing sufficient evidence of the fact that he’s honestly doing pretty well, considering the circumstances. He’s practically been anticipating seeing the doctor a second or third after her inanimate body was cast into her silk-lined casket and lowered into the earth, if only through the corner of his eye in the brief interludes between consciousness and slumber; her lack of presence is too peculiar for him to not. Before she’d died, he was almost adjusting to visiting her in that bleached white hospital bed on a regular basis, though watching her body progressively disintegrating before his very own eyes wasn’t a sight he was readily accepting, but rather enduring for the sake of not abandoning the dying in their weakest moments. He’d vowed to protect her, and he was far too headstrong to overlook that promise, even if the only way he could delude himself into believing he was actually fulfilling it was to continue gripping her skeletal hand in his own long after she’s lost sufficient strength to hold his in turn.
He’d stayed because he wasn’t a coward. He’d stayed because he couldn’t help looking at her and seeing a frail little girl, a child who was utterly isolated and urging herself to carry on smiling to camouflage the fact that she was scared of what was yet to come. He’d sworn he’d never allow any form of real harm to come her way, and they both knew that it stood a lie; he had failed her, she was afraid, and he couldn’t do anything about any of it.
Though he’d already acknowledged that he might inadvertently wear his mind down sufficiently to actually hallucinate over the deceased doctor, the idea of resting and letting himself heal through sleep still leaves him decidedly impatient and cantankerous, as though he doesn’t possibly have any time to even consider the thought, and merely suggesting it would be adding insult to injury. He would sleep later on, but now is not the time for it.
Sabo glowers back at the abstract depiction of Lami from over his shoulder, clearly embittered by her unwelcome opinion. He says nothing, offering her no remark in response, and turns back to facing his desk after several moments of incensed glaring. Similar episodes with other deceased comrades have occurred too many times for him to be truly fretful over his mental state. He knows through experience that she, just like all the others, will be gone after he regains his energy.
She almost berates him for ignoring her; but Lami has to remind herself that she’s a ghost, invisible to everyone. He can’t see or hear her now nobody can. But for one wild second, a pair of clear eyes, the unfathomable blue of twilight, had gazed ( well, glared, really ) right at her, almost as if he could see her, hear her. And for one wild second, her heart had leapt at the thought of being able to have another conversation with Sabo, to be able to tell him that she’s sorry for leaving him behind. But then his eyes flick back down to his desk, strangely devoid of both paper and pen, with only a mug filled with black ooze, and her hope fizzles out.
Over the past week, she’d managed to piece together the aftermath of the funeral from stray slivers of sentences. The Chief of Staff had appeared for her funeral, delivering the eulogy, but had locked himself up in his office soon after, refusing to leave the room. She’d assumed that Koala would be around to look after him, that the other Revolutionaries would be able to coax him out of his grief, into carrying on with his normal routine, but it’s plain to see that their efforts have had little, if any, effect on him.
They could have tried. They should have tried harder. There’s anger at first, which makes her fists tremble. But the anger soon dissolves into guilt. She could try to deny it, but if she hadn’t died, if she’d been strong enough to live, Sabo would still be Well, not happy, maybe, but content. He wouldn’t be like this.
If Lami thinks she's exhausted from wandering about the hallways aimlessly, it’s nothing compared to the way Sabo looks. His eyes are rimmed in red and bloodshot throughout, and the deepening circles beneath them are heavy and dark. It makes her own eyes water just to look at him, he looks so grizzled and worn. She wonders if he’s slept at all in the past twenty-four hours, if he’s eaten a good meal recently.
But Lami already knows the answer to her questions.
“This is all my fault,” Lami mutters, her voice catching. There are tears prickling her eyes as she hangs her head, blonde hair falling into her eyes. A few teardrops escape from the cage of her lashes; they splash down her face and onto the smooth tiled floor. “I keep causing you pain. I thought everything would be better after I left, but they aren’t. I should have . . . I should have run away, or something. I shouldn’t have stayed.”
Sweet cupcake left for the blonde. Sabo didn't actually make them so it will taste good I promise
The sweet treat left on her desk is a fabulous confection, covered in white vanilla icing and scattered with delicate pink flakes. He’s discovered her one weakness sugary sweet treats are a surefire way to gain Lami’s affections and friendships. As expected of the Chief of Staff, Lami thinks sagely, picking it up and cramming half of it into her mouth at once.
A coo of pleasure and delight passes her lips as she’s transported to a world of cream and sugar. “Yum ~”
Suspicion tickles the back of Lami’s mind. He’s being unusally nice today. So the cupcake is either a bribe, or a means to placate what might be a furious reaction to his wrongdoings, whatever they were. She stops stuffing her face with cake, and turns to regard Sabo with narrowed eyes and a resigned sigh.
“All right, what did you do this time? Did you burn the office down? Do you want me to do your paperwork?”
»◙« + Sabo
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‘‘ Promise, smiles, dragons.”
RULES: tell us one favorite character from ten fictional works (shows, films, novels, etc.) & tag ten people. TAGGED BY: @blucdwarf TAGGING: Anyone who hasn’t done this yet!
Lyanna Mormont ( Game of Thrones )
Naoto Shirogane ( Persona 4 )
Alabaster C Torrington ( Percy Jackson )
Alex Fierro ( Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard )
Kudelia Aina Bernstein ( Iron Blooded Orphans )
Itsuka Kendo ( My Hero Academia )
Hibari Kyoya ( Katekyo Hitman Reborn )
Millard Nullings ( Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children )
Newt ( The Maze Runner )
Luna Lovegood ( Harry Potter )
