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Looking for a rp partner Identity V

Hi there !

I am looking for someone to RP with me in the Identity V fandom ! it would be OC x CC, and 18+ please !

DM if you are interested !

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Redraw of an old Yamato I did last year

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5/2 Pirates

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THIS IS A HUGE, MASSIVE  THANK YOU TO ALL THE FIC WRITERS. EVERY SINGLE ONE. IF YOU’RE JUST STARTING OUT, IF YOU’VE BEEN WRITING FOR YEARS. THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR STORIES WITH US. YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING, TALENTED INDIVIDUALS.

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Skeleton Flower

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Ah, my favorite characters: Child Serial Killer and Hospital Arsonist

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little excerpt of cora and law's adventure from my fic that's stuck in my head for some reason!

(spoilers? for chapter 52, but nothing major. just a cute cora & law conversation)

For months, Law was nothing but a bundle of hate. It became a sixth sense, feeling those eyes cut through. He was used to the glares. Then, Law started warming up to Cora, and the glares died. But the stares remained. And they always sent some kind of paranoia gripping at the back of his spine, just behind his neck. Some sort of awakened instinct, summoned by those eyes. Maybe if the kid wasn’t so quiet, maybe if he just spoke up, if he just expressed his thoughts, his feelings, he wouldn’t have this strange instinct.

Or maybe it was all in his head. Maybe he hadn’t gotten enough sleep and he’d seen a bit too much fire and his back was sore and he was a week overdue for a shower and he missed the sound of her laugh and he missed that demon and his smile; those shiny, bloody fangs.

But, no. The kid was staring at him. Rosinante spared him only a fleeting glance before scooping him up, setting him there on his shoulders. Out of harm’s way. Law rested his arms on the velvety cap, nervous in such a crowded area. Thankfully, strangers wouldn’t even look his way with the terrifying clown in black feathers beneath him.

The light at the end of this week’s harrowing tunnel—a tavern with an inn, fluttering flag displaying that golden word, vacancies. Rosinante could pass out with glee from the sight of those sun-bleached letters, if those hands weren’t gripping onto his hair so harshly.

“What is it, kid?” Rosinante held onto his ankles to keep him steady, adjusting the pack of items hidden under his coat.

“You have a funny gait.”

Rosinante clamped his dry eyes shut for a moment. Burning bliss. God, he needed sleep. Stayed up all night paddling them frantically between two islands to avoid those fish scales in the sky, the sign of an oncoming storm. Law slept through it, which was good. Still, left Rosinante with little energy to uphold conversation. He did his best, anyway. “What’s so funny about it?”

“I don’t know. Doflamingo walked funny, too. But it’s different. You walk like…you walk like you’re lame. Do you have like, some kind of old injury? Nerve damage or something? Is that why you trip all the time?”

“Told you, kid, I’ve been clumsy all my life.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you stunted a growth plate when you were little. Ever get in some kind of accident when you were younger?”

Just as he itched to get Law to talk about literally anything else, having the kid ramble about anatomy or physiology always had his true colors coming out. As close to lively as Law could get. So, Rosinante entertained him. “Nah, I was clumsy before all that stuff. Doflamingo used to say I took forever to learn how to walk and talk. I’ve just never been great with…motor control, I guess.”

“But you have really good aim.” Law muttered, adjusting Rosinante’s hat for him. “And your handwriting’s almost perfect. Clearly you have good fine motor control. But you can’t manage walking.”

“Uh-huh.” A little tired grin as the pair slowed in front of the inn. He set Law down on the ground, crouching down to meet his eye. “I worked real hard to learn all that stuff. Just the same as anything else. Like your medical expertise. Lots of self-discipline. You had to memorize it, yeah?”

“Yeah, but that’s totally different.” The boy rocked back on his heels, sticking his hands in his pockets. “I didn’t have to practice walking. You must have a weird cerebellum.”

With a blank expression, Rosinante patted the boy’s shoulder. “Alright. I’m gonna get us a room. Stay close, hat down, right?”

The boy cocked the brim of his hat over his face as he snagged Rosinante’s hand, following him into the rundown building.

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Hey ~

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✋🌸Ocho fleur🌸🤚

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I wanted to hug you again.

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You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.

Daniel Saint

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TW :

I have to say it :

if you have to convince someone you are not going to hurt them, something is definitely wrong with you

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