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Hey ya’ll it’s BUNNY back at it again with the PIRATES and such ─ give this a lil’ attention if you’re interested in interacting with a ONE PIECE MULTIMUSE ft. my arguable taste in canon characters and OCs!

[selccuth]

Hey ya'll it's BUNNY back at it again with the PIRATES and such ─ give this a lil' attention if you're interested in interacting with a ONE PIECE MULTIMUSE ft. my arguable taste in canon characters and OCs!

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Currently debating on what seems to be a somewhat-annual (for me) reboot where I move blogs and somehow that gives me the boundless energy and clarity to write. Sometimes it feels like the cleaning really makes things feel tidy and active again.

That being said, it may take me awhile to start and get it all set up, but I would love to actually exist more consistently again and see you all there. I’d love to interact with all of my friends again, and all of those new people that’ve just come around that I haven’t had the chance to write with yet! (´｡• ω •｡`) If you’re still interested in interacting with little ‘ol me, of course.

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If I ever worry that I have too much bias towards two of my muses, I remember that I also forget to do anything for their birthdays, too.

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I might have no energy but there’s always the time and willpower to make Lulu beautiful for the season right before the year ends.

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bsrkr​:

How long can a person hold onto their grief? How long must their rage sully hands and drive one white-knuckled grip swing into the next? There is no deep imposing black, no non-image when lids close but that of fire and blood, of a howling laughter and pained cries. Thunder claps it’s booming sound echoed in the present and when they blink vision clears; a sigh is pressed from lungs. Following the tree’s trunk up, for a moment there is a silent study before fingers fall away completely from his weapon and scythe is left leaning against it. 

“You mistake my contemplation for listlessness.” Somber tones, just as quiet as the drizzle that falls around them.

One gaze over, attentive in the curiosity that would have the unfortunate killed. Would not be the sound of the thunder that calms distant wariness but the glint of a blade as it rests unattended. Would it have been so complacent had such a thing not moved her at all? She was not without weapon, without fight. In fact she bore eight small digits just like it. But overconfidence had been the death of many, and there was hardly a hostile bone in her body. Hands lay across one another, wrist over wrist, with such politeness as though the gentle rainfall could fully mask all they had ever done.

❝ Is that so? ❞ A thoughtful pause, long enough that eyes may close and reopen halfway. ❝ So you are lost. Only... in thought. ❞ The curl of fingers around the palm in search of comfort. Her tone is uneasy, but not out of fear. It is touched with a quiet little sadness. ❝ Would be we could live without these sleepless nights were it not for our feelings. ❞

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❝ Everything has been great since I left. Don’t you ever read the papers? It’s hard to miss this superrr display of mechanical genius. ❞ Whether well-received or the usual eyeroll, Franky flexes and poses in that familiar, endearing but over-bearing manner. The bright glint on the blue of stars atop metallic plates is enough to blind someone. Relaxed again, an abnormal pop of the neck as though more simulated than real, and a large finger finds itself pressed gently into Paulie’s chest without a thought given to personal space.

❝ And you’re one to talk - yours pockets are probably empty right now! When’s the last time you had everything and everybody paid off? ❞ His tone is skeptical and oddly petty, undoubtedly played up in the moment. Still, what words hadn’t he drawn out for show when given the chance? A wide grin, as if it was a necessary clue in order to figure out precisely what he was up to in following. ❝ I bet you can’t give me a hundred beli right now. ❞

@bsrkr​ || because paulie

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Me feelin’ horrendous cause I’m so unbelievably sporadic with being here for the 47th time - I’m basically a cryptid in this place at this point. It’s believed that I exist and have written IC before, but no one can really say for certain.

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It's starting to feel like autumn again 🍂☕

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@gxdsfury​​ sent:

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  -Inana to Lulu question prompts.

What goes unspoken often finds itself thoroughly expressed by the form. Lulubelle had known it better than anyone, reading body language, engaging in the flow of earnest emotion as it pours out of every habit and mannerism. There were things she surely had to have known by now; the care others had for her well-being, the way they remarked her fondly, the unwavering commitment they had to reiterating that kindness upon her whenever necessary. Reality tied any openly bleeding heart to anchors just to watch them sink. No truth of feeling could find itself in the abyss of the ocean, so it thought, so murky and recluse. But her friends had always found a way, even when the mind and heart remained hazy and unsure. They had relentlessly scrubbed away the doubt, time and time again. The simple solace of a hand tenderly grazing down her back speaks louder than any words that followed, though she listened to them with all her heart. Not even the deafening silence of loneliness would keep her from hearing it.

A small smile begins to bloom over a face once a desolate looking field. That compassionate, emotional mind would cause any to doubt again. But, for the moment, the negativity regresses and she finds the room to begin growing once again. ❝ Thank you, Inana. ❞ Soft in tone, delicate in the way that it leaves her throat as if to fully expose everything. She had complete trust in the other, of that one could be certain. Gratitude could not be caged. The very jaws of hell would not find it in their aching teeth to tear that honesty away from her. ❝ That reassurance brings me untold comfort. ❞

If only others had understood just how much such sentiments really meant to her.

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@pirateborn​​​ sent:

“ may i have this dance? ”  [ @ whitebeard :>?  question prompts.

Head craned and perked from its nest along the bars of fingers, enough that it shows a visible interest beyond the usual quirk of the brow. The mirthful sounds making up the atmosphere stop, his crew silent, all half smiling and expectant. There were few that Edward found so pleasantly cheeky; a grating sort of happiness, a sunrise much too bright for the eyes, that was just the way Roger always was. The misnomer of his namesake drove that opinion home, the blinding glittering of gold that, despite being full of monetary and moral riches, finds a way to gingerly tug at the nerves from time to time. No one carried the light that Roger did. At least, never in the exact same way. Those that shared in his grand ideals and riveting adventures adopted but one piece of that wide, unfaltering grin. Even the one his carefree inquiry brings to Edward’s face seems to fall ever just short.

Body creaking, primed or not, Edward’s eyes narrow as his posture straightens in his place. He had been so still there for so long, perhaps complacent, perhaps simply accepting of the difference. Fingers scratch at his chin rough enough that it is audible, smile drifting from its contesting state into neutrality that somehow plays itself innocent in the face of obvious underlying excitement.

❝ Mmm? Are you really asking me to dance a jig? Want to try and drink me under the table again? Or... ❞

The air shutters as the captain rises. What ground bears his weight trembles as boots bear upon them, wind blowing, loose coat like a sail as it catches a gust and then settles. A fist grips the pole of his bisento, spun single handed, the end of its shaft plunged into the earth with enough for that the dry, cracked topsoil beneath collapses under the weight. Still that grin did not match the shining visage of the other, but Edward finds himself cocksure of it in the midst of pleasantries that only rivals bound by their similar ideals could share. ❝ Have you come seeking the usual? ❞

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“ am i not good enough? ”  

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

“ why did you help me? ”  

“ who do you fight for? ”  

“ why do you hate me? ”  

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”  

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  

“ where do you think you’re going? ”  

“ how long have i been asleep? ”  

“ are you going to kill me? ”  

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

“ did you want to be alone? ”  

“ why should i trust you? ”  

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  

“ promise me? ”  

“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”  

“ may i have this dance? ”  

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  

“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  

“ do you ever hear yourself? ”  

“ would you run away with me? ”  

“ could you be happy here with me? ”  

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”  

“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”  

“ well, how do i look? ”  

“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”  

“ what did they do to you? ”  

“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”  

“ where have you been? ”  

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

“ why did you come? ”  

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”  

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”  

“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”

“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”  

“ can you forgive me? ”  

“ what if i never see you again? ”  

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  

“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

“ are you… smelling me? ”  

“ how did you get this scar? ”  

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”  

“ what did you want to tell me? ”  

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Fantasy poster commission!

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ikkaku-of-heart​:

It had been an arduous journey to get to the tavern. First the job, which was supposed to be simple, ended up taking far longer than it should have, and the client had tried to double-cross him in the end. That had been a mistake, but while that fool wouldn’t be screwing over anyone else from the bottom of Davy Jones’ locker, the smuggler had been forced to fight off some Marines in the process. The battle had been won, but Barnabas’ had front left flipper had been injured, so while they were already late, Tomasu had encouraged his turtle friend to take it slow. Still, he couldn’t lie and say he hadn’t been anxious. This meeting meant a lot to him, so the second they’d hit land and Barnabas was settled, he’d actually used soru to run through the Tavern, not wanting to risk his old friend leaving.

He needn’t have worried. Whitebeard knew the Ghostlight never missed their meetings.

“Heh. Hope I didn’t keep ya waiting too long, Ed,” Tomasu said with a grin. He nodded to the server that he’d nearly knocked over in his rush. “I’ll have a whiskey, and get ol’ Whitebeard whatever he likes in your biggest mug. First round’s on me.” He knew damn well the pirate captain was cautious with spending his share of whatever treasure he’d laid claimed to. Most of it went to Sphinx. An honorable reason, and why Tomasu didn’t much mind paying for drinks when they met. They had similar goals - sending money to give their loved ones a better life - but Newgate’s was on a much larger scale.

The drink order made, the smuggler sat down at the table, the glow of the lighthouse in the distance never failing to make him feel a little more at home. He smirked up at Whitebeard, tipping his navy blue hat. “Much as the Old Ones love t’ try an’ screw me over, it was the Marines that tried t’ take me out this time. Don’t worry; I made sure they didn’t follow me. Don’t need a nice night ruined by unwanted company.” Though it would be quite the show to see the World’s Strongest Man decimate a warship or battalion. So long as he and his cargo weren’t in the path of destruction, of course.

“So, how’ve ya been? Any new adoptions lately? Was in such a rush I didn’t bother t’ take a headcount, but the crew looks bigger than last time.”

There was nothing like a story, sparse and short or epically long, to settle a special kind of smile on Edward’s face. Sudden entrance and tardiness explained, his hand cups his own chin, caressing it at the thought of his friend’s escapade. Such was always a risk in their line of work, no matter the splitting paths. He found it exhilarating, if not a tad tiresome during nights he sought only safe harbor.

❝ Gurararara! Now that makes sense. ❞ Laugher and the creak of an oversized barstool, one fit just for him and his shifting proportions. ❝ No one but the Navy would give you such a hard time, persistent as they are. ❞

What mattered was the force of their own determination, outliving the chase and losing the hounds. Another thought to the situation, settled again in time for a barmaid to respond to the sudden appearance. She wastes little time in bringing out the usual, a second trip and an extra hand necessary to ensure Edward’s tankard would not tip over. It had always been a pleasure there, on schedule as much as they could be with such volatile lives. Though their dealings were dark, the atmosphere and lighthearted conversation felt like any other pleasant evening. He keeps his sudden silence on anything related, offering gratitude and a wave of the hand as they return inside. With that, he finds it fitting to finally present Tomasu with answers.

❝ Fine, just fine! ❞ Despite patience, surely that boisterous exclamation at least would be noticeable by a few seated just by the door. Regardless, they would always say nothing, and jubilance would calm and be inaudible to those inside once again. ❝ Suppose it’s not that hard to notice with them making all that noise at the docks. I’ve a whole new division, ship and all. ❞ A sip of his drink, more like a chug to those of average height. It comes back down on the table with a solid thump. ❝ Have you ever heard of Fish-man Island? The gateway to the New World? A dangerous place to get to, but a fascinating one. I could feel the apprehension of that place the moment we popped the coating on the Moby Dick. I can only hope that is no more - not after our departure. ❞

Another glance out to sea, guiding light of the lighthouse scanning the dark surface of the sea’s countless waves. It seemed calmer tonight. A sigh as an adventure replays in the mind in a fleeting reel before he returns to the present. ❝ Then, did you see the towering Fish-man standing atop the deck of one of those ships? ❞ Another smile, even wider than the last. ❝ Namur, that brat... He has a firm sense of loyalty but a nasty bite. I don’t recommend it. ❞ After all, one couldn’t be blamed for feral tendencies stemmed from desperation and some unflinching will to survive. ❝ Their hand-to-hand technique is something to behold. They take great pride in it. But when that doesn’t work, you might get an arm full of teeth. Impressive, that. Made a son out of it, even. ❞

Another laugh, shrugging off the brief memory of the force and pain that felt like more like a fantasy than a memory. Such things did not bother him, could not bother him. Just like the waves, it all rolled effortlessly down his back. He props his weight upon the old wooden railings tying the bar’s deck together. ❝ And you? Surely you’ve not just spent this time running away. ❞

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@mediicusvitae​​​ sent:

Favorite muse: Lulu!!! What you did with her is so fantastic, she's so amazingly fleshed out and I love reading her interactions because she's just precious ♥♥♥ your favorite muse of mine.

Coming from a fandom that was once strict on details such that, if an original character didn’t make sense in some regard and/or defied canon in a way that people zealously approved of, you would end up being shunned or simply forgotten, I will admit that I made a very conscious effort to do research for Lulubelle before coming into the fandom. I certainly wasn’t expecting the overwhelming positivity and appreciation that I received, nor that I would find such a pleasant group so distant from the actual bulk of the negative fandom we don’t talk about that I almost thought it didn’t exist. Unfortunately now that I’m on Twitter I am less naïve in that regard, but that’s beside the point - those that are here are far more accepting of creativity and exploration. I feel less worried about nit-picky details. I remember even debating making her a Mythical Zoan back then simply because I knew just how rare and powerful they were. It limited where I could take the idea at first, lest it become unappealing or unbearable.

In truth, she is as fleshed out as she is out of fear and a desire for her to be well-received, but she continues to develop even further out of love and comfort. She has become greater than anything I could’ve ever imagined. I feel like I can truly make her the character she was meant to be without holding back because of canon or other people, and that sort of thing is precisely what all my past characters lacked. It was like I was making molds of characters people wanted instead of an original character. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact I’ve stopped letting damaging opinions disguised as criticism limit me and my characters, or I’ve just grown up and more lax in general. It may also be that my RP partners are such kind, accepting people.

Ultimately, though, it is because of continued support like yours that has given me the power to make Lulubelle the way that she is. She wouldn’t have nearly the same amount of development or realistic qualities that she has without the interaction and explorative freedom people have given her. Again I say, I love her to death. There’s nothing that makes me happier than knowing that other people can find joy in her like I do. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

But I’m very glad you’re enjoying all her interactions, and I hope you’ll continue to enjoy them as they come in the future! And just as well, your Lamy has such amazing depth and detail, I share all your same sentiments. Always know that I’m reading your threads constantly, serious and silly, because it really makes my day seeing just how much love you’ve put into her over time.

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@bsrkr​ sent:

fav muses tbh; whiteboard and lulu of course! I'm a little biased but,,, lulu literally owns my heart, she's so fantastic and fleshed out and whenever we do stuff or talk about her (n smokey) it's just always SOOOOO good!!! And of course WB bc the little interaction we had w croco,, chef's kiss. (Also shout out to Bellamy too) your favorite muse of mine.

CRIES ON YOUR PORCH CRIES ON YOUR DOORSTEP CRIES IN YOUR HOURSE CRIES-

I genuinely cannot express in any capacity just how much anybody appreciating or even just showing an interest in Lulubelle means to me. I’ve had this streak since I was young of having an original character that I cling to relentlessly - think about, muse about, dream about, put a whole lot of heart and time into, making them so unbelievably real to me. They’re very special to me, even if they’re not completely based in original context. That is what she is to me, right now - the thing that I latch onto for comfort when things become unbearable. I love Lulubelle to death, even more so than the ones that have come and gone before her. I don’t think I’ve ever been as attached to a character as I am to her. And maybe that seems strange, or silly, or excessive, or whatever have you - but it’s true. So of course when people tell me they love her or her concept or my silly little tidbits and ideas for her, that tells me that they also appreciate me and my work and my love and all the other little things that go into her that I put there. Again, there is nothing in this world that could convey the sentiment that holds to me.

AND OF COURSE her and Smoker are just THE BEST. I know I get told otherwise all the time and you are just so friendly and kind but I SWEAR, if it wasn’t for my brain and anxiety nagging me about bothering surely busy people with my over-excitement and hyperfixation, I would be yelling in your DMs about them and Jinji and you every single day. Really, I would be. There are so many things I want to write down regarding Lulubelle’s involvement with the Marines and exploring the possibility that maybe, if things didn’t start off so horribly, she could’ve remained in them or could even GO BACK and actually be one... Issho as Fleet Admiral and Lulubelle and Smoker as Vice Admirals when??? I am absolutely VIBRATING at the sheer number of ideas I have for her ( and them ). It’s such a goldmine of character development. Also still thinking about that post you made regarding Smoker Pirate AU and anyway Lulu crew invitation when?

WHITEBOARD... never forget. That Croco interaction was SO good, I’ve still not gotten over it. There were so many interesting little things to talk about regarding that interaction and I am going to explode thinking about it again.

And one more lil kiss for Bells too cause again I appreciate him even though he’s quiet here... love that funky lil’ hyena bastard.

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@ikkaku-of-heart​​ sent:

Whitebeard. I'm so happy Tomasu gets to interact with the man he probably regards as one of his closest friends, and that you've been so enthusiastic about my headcanons for them. I just love when two old men are able to relax and talk family one minute then scheme and discuss illegal business the next. I always worry about throwing Ikkaku's old man at people so you being so encouraging makes me so happy. your favorite muse of mine.

I absolutely adore the "Old people do bad things for good reasons” dynamic they have. Their ideas of piracy and the smuggling business are not so solely focused on the negative aspects so much as the ideals in the freedom and choice they have. It’s never been about the pilfering or hostility or power or riches, it’s just the concept of living in the midst of getting by and making a statement. I love that they’ve both grown old and wise ( if a little hard-headed and wacky all the same ) and have passed all of that down to others. They still act like they did when they were young and, if anything, their relationship has only gotten closer over the years and I just think that’s something unbelievably special. I’m still very much looking forward to having more interactions with them and to continue the young one we have now.

Whitebeard as a whole is definitely a character that’s going to stick with me for the rest of my life. Writing him and taking that wise mindset has challenged me in a lot of ways that I think have improved my general writing and thinking as a whole. Him and Issho have both done that, despite the latter not currently being present at this time. Older characters have a trend of being overshadowed by the younger but I think everyone will always have a place in their heart for Edward. I can’t imagine thinking of him as boring or uninteresting or irrelevant. The time he’s had in the series has been so impactful, no matter how short. It practically drives the coming era, and that’s precisely what he, as a person, wanted to do. There are times I definitely feel like I don’t do him enough justice, but I’m very lucky that so many people seem to think that I do, and it’s that inspiration that will forever keep me drawn to him outside of his actual canon material.

And you absolutely deserve that kind of encouragement and enthusiasm! Tomasu is a lovely character, and you’ve put a lot of love and heart into him, just as you’ve done with Ikkaku and Joras as a whole. It’s such an interesting and well-developed dive and it compels me to read all your interactions regardless of who they’re with or what they’re about. I’m always learning something new about all of them every time I take a look at one and that discovery always has me so hooked. I know from experience it’s all easier said than done, but you should never worry about throwing your muses and your ideas at other people that are willing. People enjoy reading your work and your concepts and all your originality more than you know! And of course that includes me!