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“I’m just a figment of your imagination.”

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“...Gucci.”

"Nobody move! I lost my pen."

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“Not dead... yet.”

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gaga: five foot two is great

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He’s quick to hop back on the bike then. The faster he could get there, the quicker this would all be over with. “Ah.. I’m sure they won’t.” After seeing everything that monster could do, Sabo wasn’t sure if anything could stand against it. But.. something– someone had to.

Ace’s hat is jostled in the wind as Sabo rides, getting blown off more than once before the blonde just leaves it to dangle at his back, secured around his neck with the cord. It doesn’t take him long to reach the next town or the bus station he’d been hoping for. Using some of the money he has, Sabo gets them on board and headed to the much further north town where Vivi was.

The young woman is more than happy to see Sabo safe, along with his friends with him. Her own fiancee is fighting for the spirits freedom as well, so of course Vivi has thrown herself into it as well. She was a friend and fighter as well, and more than willing to give the blonde a car to use, once she heard where he was going and why.

“A wendigo? I don’t think I’ve ever seen one. The only spirit I’ve really helped defend others against was.. well, you know.” The crocodile one. He’d been hellbent on ruling the town, city, state– anything he could reach. With a spirit who was more like a human mobster or mafia boss, Vivi wasn’t going to let that happen. Not to the city she grew up and loved.

“You can take my car.” The young woman pulls keys from her pocket and hands them over, pressing them into Sabo’s hand. “Stay safe, okay?”

It was a big car at least, not big enough for Amarok to fit in, but more than enough room for Sabo, Deuce, and even the bike. Vivi offered to give them more money but the blonde refused. A car was what they needed, and he wouldn’t ask more of her.

“Next stop then– Puget Sound.” The blonde takes them to the interstate as soon as he can, eager to talk to some spirit who could help more with the wendigo.

“Well… actually probably a gas station but you know what I mean.” He grins to Deuce, still so happy that he’s alright.

It was a long journey up to the Sound. Deuce and Sabo would switch out with driving, stopping only for gas and food-- sometimes sleep. Upon arrival to the mostly residential towns, Deuce was surprised to see how many orca related themes hung about. More shocking did he find the wooden statue erected in small village for Keet himself. It would appear as though the locals had nothing but praise and admiration for the orca-- having coveted something sacred with him before his passing. Keet was a hero among these people; Keet was well loved, well respected, greatly mourned. 

Amarok led them deep into the heart of the forests here, forcing them to leave the car behind in a public parking area. He and Deuce both accompanied him through the thick, dense woodland for the most part-- but the closer they drew to the realm of the Thunderbird, the quieter it became. At the edge of the mundane territory, both Deuce and Amarok paused.

It was obvious that they stood at the edge of sacred ground by how powerful the magical presence was here. 

"I never thought I’d get this close to the Thunderbird,” Deuce spoke up, feeling the pressure of such immense magic weighing down on him. He took a step back, as if that could alleviate the presence. “It’s intimidating.”

“That’s the point.” Amarok shook his head, allowing himself to appear now. His gaze fell to Sabo then, ears perked forward. “Go straight uphill,” he instructed softly. “Climb up along the mountain, until you can’t climb anymore. Until you hear the crack of thunder. He’ll come down to you, seeing a human seeking him out. Tell him everything, and tell it true.” 

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“I understand. I don’t mind meeting the Thunderbird alone.” Reassurance is sent to Deuce, subtly. He can see it all over the paramedic after all, that he doesn’t want to go into that domain. “He’ll want to speak with me? I guess.. If a wendigo is a common threat for everyone he would, right?”

Sabo doesn’t need to be nudged more than once, already starting to walk while holding the bike upright at his side to roll along beside him. He’d have to find another for Deuce cause until then– he didn’t feel right riding it while the dolphin walked. “It’s gonna be a long way.. do you wanna ride the bike, Deuce?” 

He was the one who’d just been beaten after all. Punched and kicked, prodded with guns until the police forced him to reveal himself. It can’t be very pleasant to walk after that.

“It should be safe to get on a bus in the next town up, provided Akainu and the cops back there are still too busy with the mess the wendigo left to bother with us for the moment. Then it’s only a short ride to my friend, Vivi’s house. She might even be able to give us a car!”

She’d grown up, much like Sabo had, in a well off family. Hers though– her father and mother loved her at least. She’d been blessed where Sabo hadn’t. There was no hatred or jealousy towards her for it either. He was happy that his friend was able to follow her dreams and be supported in it.

“The thunderbird harbors no ill-will towards humans,” Deuce spoke as if he had known this personally. How could anyone assume otherwise though, when so many humans raised their voices to the heavens above and called upon the magnificent spirit when the malicious beasts of this world caused too much strife? 

He takes pause when the bike is offered, and Deuce quickly declines. “Spirit, remember?” His body was but a physical manifestation of himself that he could create and dissipate as he pleased. He would not be traveling on foot the whole time; Sabo still had his tooth safely tucked away. In there, bonded by his own magic, the dolphin spirit could disappear for a while and still be present with the blonde. 

A soft chuckle escaped Amarok then, at the mention of a bus. “I’m sure your petty police force and human militia won’t last against that beast.” Why does he sound so amused when admitting this? One might assume that there was some delight found in the possibility of carnage. Deuce dreaded the idea that his comrades would get dragged in as back-up, but then... He had been abandoned by the towns’ people, hadn’t he? Thus, he could not consider anyone his comrade anymore. 

“Aaah.. A car.” The dolphin-spirit reveled in the idea, even if it wasn’t that far out of their reach right now. “I’m looking forward to that.”

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Pls draw deuce of one piece with ace.

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Oh, he can feel the change in Deuce at the terrible news– even if the dolphin spirit tries to hide it. Sabo releases his friend from his hug but doesn’t leave him completely. A hand stays on his arm, rubbing and comforting. The blonde has already seen his lover die in front of him, watch everything he loves fade from those red eyes. And if that wasn’t bad enough– Ace had been drawn right to the wendigo after, his body just a husk so the monster could take his power.

At least– he knew for certain that Ace was at peace now. Happy with his mother in the afterlife. And most importantly– not suffering. 

So he can’t even be upset that a direction for them wasn’t given by Amarok earlier. In all fairness– he hadn’t even asked now had he? Puget Sound though–. That was a ways, even in a car. And all Sabo had was a mountain bike from Dragon. “We’ll get there.” And the way the blonde speaks with absolute conviction– faith even, how can one not believe him?

“I’m so happy you’re okay.” Fingers curl around Deuce’s arm before he finally lets him go and reaches back into his backpack for a snack to offer the spirit. “And… he’s alright. I got to see him briefly, after–. And.. he’s got to see his mother.”

It would take a while to get to Puget Sound, but at least once they were far enough away from Akainu and his men, Sabo could make use of buses for them. “I have a friend who lives further north. About an hour by truck so maybe.. four or five for us now. We’ll rest again then before heading into the home of the Thunderbird.”

Deuce reaches up to rub the back of his head, messing up already wavy blue hair. “The Thunderbird...” he repeats softly, unsure of whether it was safe for a spirit like him to dare venturing so close. “You know him?” He can’t help but to ask such an old spirit like Amarok. As soon as the words escaped him, he realized his mistake in asking. Of course an old spirit like Amarok would know the Thunderbird. How could he not? 

“We’ve worked together,” the wolf added off-handedly. “But once we get to the realm of the Thunderbird, I can’t follow you in there. Alright? It’s.. not proper.” 

At that, Deuce starts to consider if maybe he should stay away as well and wait while Sabo speaks with the Thunderbird alone. The great spirit himself was the closest to the Creator, enacting justice in this world whenever the humans called upon him. Of course he knew the tale of the fight between him and Keet-- who didn’t? For that reason alone, Deuce can’t help but to feel wary. 

That was enough for Amarok, though. “We won’t get anywhere just standing around like this.” He urged them forward with a nudge of his snout, letting his head briefly appear beside them for the act alone before retreating into Sabo’s chain again. 

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Sabo knew all the sounds of the woods around them. The bike gave soft crunches on the leaves and branches he peddled over, heading– who knows where for now. The blonde can hear and somewhat feel it when Deuce pops back into existence and the bike is all but discarded on the ground as he stops.

“Deuce! You’re okay!”

Arms circle around the dolphin spirit in an instant. Of course the blonde would save him. He always would. Not only had Ace entrusted that to him, but Deuce was one of his closest friends as well. Sabo pulls back just as quick as he’d gone to hug Deuce, giving the spirit his space. He can see him looking at his neck and reaches up for Amarok’s chain.

He’d done it, yes– but as most things turn out, it was bittersweet.

While Deuce tenses from his excitement, Sabo tenses from guilt. He’d gotten Amarok’s help– too late. He’d gone after the wendigo– too late. Everything was too late.

Fingers reach up to trail along the brim of Ace’s hat. He can’t lie to Deuce. What good would that do? It would be insulting and the dolphin would likely be able to tell what happened shortly anyway.

“I was.. too late for Ace. The infection took him.” There’s sorrow in his voice but.. also relief? Ace had been in so much pain. And he’d been able to see his lover after he’d passed, thanks to Amarok. That had helped tremendously. He’d ask if Deuce could see him too– the paramedic deserved that. He’d been closer to Ace than anyone.

“The wendigo took him after… we’re going to hunt him down and.. finish this.”

For the briefest moment, he felt happy. Wrapping his arms around Sabo to return the hug brought a warmth and acceptance (and shame, for even considering helping Teach) he desperately needed after something as traumatic as he endured. 

But, it would not last. 

It felt as if someone had splashed cold water right over him. Deuce felt his throat closing with grief, grief he kept bitten back with practiced ease. His line of work had prepared him for the absolute worst, but this was Ace... 

He held on for as long as he could. The fight at the fire station must have done him in... Even Deuce was sure that Ace had reached his end after the police finally chased the wendigo away. One look at the orca spirit had confirmed all his worst fears-- He was too human to fight against that strong, infectious magic. His will was strong too, but not strong enough. 

“I see.”

He accepts this reality without protest, turning his gaze away and letting his eyes narrow. “I should’ve known.” 

I should’ve been there sooner. I could’ve stopped this. Why didn’t I go with him? Why did they call him in, after Pops had just died?

He could agonize over possibilities for an eternity, if he so chose-- but Deuce didn’t want that. “I’ll help you then. Where are you going?”

Amarok spoke up, his voice echoing from the chain: “I know a spirit who could take care of our pest problem.” That would have been nice to mention before, right? “When Keet was rampaging through Puget Sound all those years ago, the people called upon Him to assistant and stop the violence. He’s the only spirit I know who could stop Keet.” 

Now that Teach had Ace’s powers, this may be the only spirit who can stop him now. “I’ll guide you to the home of the Thunderbird.”

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"Oh--”  He didn’t think that she would go along with. In truth, now Deuce was wondering what he could do. She seemed excited enough, why not start with her? 

“The perfect costume, huh?”

He can’t help but to sound a little amused. “Can I see? Or is it a secret?”

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“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”

“Fuck” Sentence Starters // Accepting!

“Yes! It is!” Deuce jerks his wrist closer to himself, pulling Sabo with him now. Seastone cuffs had no affect on him; did those stupid Blackbeard pirates think he was a devil fruit user too? 

No, Teach knew better. Perhaps they assumed Sabo was instead. 

Angry, lost, and perhaps a little drunk, Deuce was definitely going to blame this sudden misfortune on the newcomer. His would-be hero. “I wasn’t in handcuffs before you came along!” 

In a more sober state, perhaps he would think better on curbing his tongue. As it stands down, absinthe fueled anger us bubbling and boiling beneath. The blood has rushed to his head, creating a haze thick enough to cut with a knife. 

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“FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!”

“Fuck” Sentence Starters // Accepting!

A flurry of papers go flying in every-which-way at the cook’s exclamations. Deuce’s body goes rigid in fright, a sharp inhale of breath sucked in between his teeth. He had not intended to scare Thatch as much as he just wanted to... hurry back to his room and write again. 

Now look! All his hard work has flown everywhere, despite Deuce’s best attempts to keep the papers together. He scrambles around now, in a flurry of blue and green, the heels of his boots clicking on the wooden floorboards. 

“You asshole!!”

Only as he finished gathering what was nearly lost to him does Deuce face Thatch once more. “Pay more attention then!! I wasn’t trying to scare you!” 

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“Fuck” Sentence Starters

Angry

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Fuck this.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Fuck that!”

“I fucking hate him/her/them/you.”

“Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!”

“Shut the fuck up.“

“Get your fucking act together.”

“Keep your shitty nose out of my fucking business.”

“Leave me alone, or I’ll fuck you up.”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!”

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

“Who stole my fucking shit?!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“You wanna fucking go, punk?”

“Get the fuck over it.”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

Sad

“Fuck life.” 

“No, I’m not fucking over it.”

“Why the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

“Why did things have to go so fucking wrong?”

“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.”

“Try to fucking stop me from leaving my room. It’s not gonna happen.”

“The love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.”

“I fucking miss him/her/them.”

“Who the fuck cares?”

“All of this fucking shit was for nothing.”

“I fucked up my own life.”

“I can’t believe I did this fucking shit all over again.”

Insults

“Fuck you!”

“I fucked your mom last night.” 

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“You just think you’re fucking hilarious, don’t you?” 

“Who the fuck died and made you king/queen/ruler?” 

“Go to fucking hell, you piece of shit!”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Motherfucker!”

“Wow, that’s fucking small.”

“Get the fuck over yourself.”

Sexy

“Fuck me.”

“I don’t ‘make love’, I fuck.”

“I’d fuck you all night long.”

“You look like a fucking dog in heat.”

“You look so fucking hot right now.”

“Fuck–faster~”

“FUCK, I’m gonna come!”

“I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“You’re one cocky motherfucker. Let’s go back to my place.”

“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

“F-fuck–please–~”

“I’d let you fuck me any day.”

“You better use a fucking condom.”

“Tell me what you want me to fucking do to you.”

“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”

“Fuck, it’s big.”

“Let’s make a fucking baby.”

Situations

“Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital.”

“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”

“Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”

“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”

“This is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.”

“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”

“Fuck, I’m so wasted.”

“What the fuck did we do last night?”

“Where the fuck am I?”

“Fuck. SHIT. There goes my car.”

“Wait–fuck. Isn’t that my house?”

“Fuck it. Might as well have fun, if we’re going to get caught.”

“Why the fuck do you have gasoline?”

“Where the fuck did that baby come from?!”

“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”

“FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!”

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additions made to the rules:

single ship: with [Luffy]. Some verses will include Ace npc’d from my other blog. This blog is pro Ace/Lu/Deuce & I’m not really invested in shipping him with anyone else. This means my ship partner is a genderbend. This means Ace & Luffy & Deuce are all shipped together in a poly ship.

NSFW will be present; everything will be tagged appropriately & placed under read-mores when necessary. I do write explicit themes. I am fairly open about what themes I will explore & try to keep my narrative as honest about said topics as I can.

Yes, that does mean I will write dark topics. 

No drama; really, though. No hate, no drama, no bullshit. I do not have time for any of it. I block religiously. Callout culture is filed under drama & highly illegal. I have started law enforcement investigations for callout blogs/posts before & I will do it again.

Apparently my rules page needs an update bc this is the 3rd time I’ve had a run-in with someone who I am not compatible with & I’m going to make everything a bit more obvious. 

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Apparently my rules page needs an update bc this is the 3rd time I’ve had a run-in with someone who I am not compatible with & I’m going to make everything a bit more obvious. 

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Send me a ✍ and a character and I'll draw the character horribly on MS Paint ( deuce or olivier ;DD )