#[goreburdened]

[ravarui]

♥️ + your url because I said sooooo

Send ❤️ + a URL and I’ll write something nice about them/their blog! Not Accepting rn @goreburdened for myself

// Nooooo. I always feel so put on the spot and awkward when I have to say nice things about myself. Whatever I am about to say: @alyafae is the one who has to confirm or deny it, since she knows me best.

What can be said about myself....

I would consider me as someone who's open to all kinds of crossovers and AUs, no matter how different the origins of the muses are. There is always a way for muses to interact in any kind of way.

From my previous blog I know that I can come across as intimidating, but I swear I am not. I am actually a very awkward potato who sucks at first interactions OOC, cause I worry about annoying people.

I get easily excited about dogs. If you have a dog (or any pet in general) and share pics of them I am very happy, cause I enjoy seeing other peoples pets and learning about them. If you have a pet: Pls pet them from me and tell them I said hi and that I love them.

[diabelskoga]

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send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them. ( accepting! )

YOU COME IN HERE AND NOT ONLY UNO REVERSE ME BUT YUGIOH'D ME IN MY OWN HOME??????? NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH THAT WON'T DO.

I'm aggressively typing this out now, and I put this picture as proof as I type these words out: From one multi-muse to another. ( Even though I'm on my Sanji blog. Hush. ) We know what it's like to have so many muses on one blog, and I love that for us. We messy blogs gotta love ourselves and love each other! Who needs self control in this day and age??? But I also just adore what you bring on the dash, and loving seeing your side-blogs as well! Plus your adoration over Bellamy is massive! Either way, I think you're doing great no matter what, because I feel like people gotta hear that, that they're doing good no matter what they're doing! Also side note: MARCO. YOU GOT MARCO ON YOUR BLOG???????? Heck YEAH. ( I can't wait to see him in Wano, 'cos I know he makes an appearance there. I just GOTTA CATCH UP STILL )

Anyway-- Gore, you're doing good doing what makes you happy <3 That's my uno reverse plus four at you uwu

[enjomo-arch]

❝   ── 𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐀𝐂𝐄  &  𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐔𝐏 ? ── 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐓 ?! 𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘 ! ── 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 !

ind & semi - sel ASL BROTHERS adored by azz, shiba & gore © ©

[medicus-mortem]

@goreburdened asked: I looooooove seeing you on the dash, ashi, especially your threads with kate! (law & nami is a really interesting ship). reading all your threads or answers is an addiction I'm okay with keeping / feeding. your writing is just so fun to read I'm always happily giggling & kicking my feet & enjoying the ride. not to mention your law is definitely one of my all time favorite renditions of his character & you really inspire me to be a better writer & continue working on my own portrayal of law. ❤️❤️ please keep up the fantastic work! & eventually I'll reply to some of our things & any starters I owe you! 💪 & your dialogue is so good ❗one of my main adorations, besides your killer descriptions, of course! How is my portrayal?

I am so happy you love my Law and my dialogue! Getting Law's speech patterns right means a lot for his character and thinking about why he talks the way he does is super fun. He's understated but there is also so much thought behind what he says, even as he's being a dismissive ass. So I do love writing that. I look forward to whatever you end up throwing at me, whenever you get the time and muse. I love your characters and how much thought you put into all of them.

[voidcenturyseashanties]

@goreburdened ⇶ Neela + Smoker ( buddy I feel so bad for you both)

Pay no mind to the dancer. She cannot help but stare up at him. "So...like how old are you? Are you like old? Or . . . are you like old old?"

[umbrx]

🎲 (for tesoro)

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 “🎲” (𝐨𝐫 "𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞") 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (not accepting anymore!)

➤ an old church

In order to measure a person's worth one must do more than just push them. The real way to test their worth is to give them POWER. When they gain the freedom to act outside the boundaries of law and ethics, that's when their souls can be seen.

A tactic used since days long gone and remaining true to that very day. Tesoro had for a very long time been in his GRACES, but was equally a THORN in one's eye. From the day of auction of goru goru no mi to the day they had become business partners, it was apparent Tesoro had chosen to be someone Doflamingo would use, but also someone who would BETRAY him. Or attempt to do so.

There were rumours ( when weren't there rumours? ) of Tesoro trying to REMOVE Doflamingo from the top position he had acquired with a few enemies of his. While these could be LIES, he fully knew where there was smoke, there was a fire. Doflamingo didn't like fires.

Granted, when he called Tesoro over for a business meeting—which the man knew better than to refuse—he was sure the Casino King didn't expect it to happen in an old, abandoned church.

The doors were opened for him at the appointed time of his arrival, with Pica and Diamante remaining outside. Doflamingo was seated on one of the pews, his gaze directed upward towards a biblical painting, and humming a tune as Tesoro came closer.

❝ Do you have an idea why I've summoned you here, Tesoro? ❞ He slowly turned his attention towards him, SMILE in place. He surely had an idea.

❝ Either you start talking or pick a god and pray. ❞

[gxdmade]

@goreburdened asked: [Love Calculator]

💗

“Ah…oh…”

[whiskeysmulti]

❤️ + goreburdened

Send ❤️ + a URL and I’ll write something nice about them/their blog!- accepting!

.Whiskey.

Gore has been one of my longest running mutuals on here and that's just because she's freaking awesome. I love seeing all their muses around, from Sanji to Rin and in between, they handle an awesome array of characters bringing each to life beautifully. I know a lot of people say RP is easy, and it's not. Because it's deeper than just writing a fanfic collab, because it's supposed to look like the blog is run by the character, and Gore, somehow is able to pull that off with multiple characters at once. 100% recommend following her if you haven't yet!

@goreburdened

[gumpistol]

♥️ + my url I guess 🥹

Send ❤️ + a URL and I’ll write something nice about them/their blog!

    listen, listen, gore you are such an incredibly sweet and kind person!! my impression of you is like that tiktok audio, in which i could be so cranky and tired and be like "i'm going to kill the next person that i fucking see i swear to god!" and then you walk in with a "hi! hello! i'm so happy to see you!" and instantly i have to retract that statement, because there's no way i could ever be cranky or grumpy when i see you on my dash or in my DMs or just supportively liking my posts as a happy little reminder that you're still there ( please never stop doing that ). if anybody ever tries being a jerk to you, i will bite them viciously like a rabid dog 💕

    but when it comes to your writing, i love your portrayals and character range so so much!! i know we've only briefly talked about plot stuff so far, but i'm really excited to get to respond to your prompts in my inbox for luffy! the last one you sent is actually killing me, because gdi bellamy pointing out luffy's vulnerability ;-; but but you are the keeper of bellamy!! when i think of him, i think of you! your take and the characterization and story you've given him is unique and fun and i really am so excited that he's going to be a straw hat in our stuff!! that being said, i know i'm a bit slow, but i really do look forward to even more ooc chats and writing with you :) you are always someone i love seeing on my dash, so please keep be amazing and being you!

for @goreburdened / demanded by me~

[ravarui]

“   silence, you uneducated peanut! ” (buggy)

Send memes Always Accepting @goreburdened

"That the best insult you can come up with? Back then you were way more creative you know?" A shrug of his shoulders. "But fine. If you wanna play like that, don't have me coming for your defense next time."

However there is one last remark he can't keep to himself. "Speaking of uneducated: At least I was right when saying that the south pole is colder than the north pole."

[lunarscaled]

"..... what's with that look, doll? plan on just gawking, or are you gonna enjoy watching the sakura trees with me?" toji teases lyric lightly as he shifts in his seat, trying to get comfortable on the park's stiff bench. despite his plain colors in clothes & the sleek black of his parasol, the ex-sorcerer hunter looks..... happy. soft, in a way. his lazy gaze flickers from his partner back to the sky, wistful. his lips are curled in a light smile.

"..... the view is really nice."

-> They catch themselves staring at the lines of his face that weren't there almost a decade ago—fine ones, so faint they almost miss them until the corner of his mouth catches in that too-sharp-almost-sneer that has preceded his cruelty to them on more than one occasion when they were younger. How the lip splitting scar on the corner of his mouth has not faded with time and instead become a more deeply impressed part of him like the stitch scars on the shoulder joint where he lost his arm and a segment of his side, narrowly avoiding death by exsanguination. It's been nearly 7 years since then, when Shiu dragged him half-conscious to their doorstep and assumed they, a sorcerer and the only recent address he could remember, were someone to help him. Somehow better or cheaper than hospitals, and Lyric was left fumbling to find an affinity or a method of saving the man bleeding out on their rug and couch. ( it turned out to be something he needed a hospital for anyways. but he needed somewhere to stay and heal after that, and for whatever reason he could not return to where he had come from—if it existed to begin with. ) He stayed on their sofa after they tried to scrub the bloodstains out. Lyric peeled off gauze and replaced it when it bled through; cleaned his wound with saline and redid popped stitches when he moved too much. Shuffled awkward and irritable through him learning how to use one arm and the long healing and their hands around his throat on the couch, both of them teetering on despair and longing for death and neither of them able to have it.

The more time they spent in Lyric's shoebox apartment comingling lives, the less they fucked. Lyric didn't even think about it between working sorcery and non-sorcery jobs, managing the condition of his wounds, trying to make a home where they didn't want one to be.

-> He's dressed for the blossom viewing, something Lyric has never done because it didn't exist in their life before: he wears a charcoal grey kimono with a striped obi for the belt, a thin black coat Lyric doesn't know the name for draped around his shoulders against the windy spring chill. His socks and sandals are the same color, along with the grip of the parasol he carries, the span of its canopy a teal in a color too close to the type Lyric wears in their regular clothes. His eyes crease at the corners, subtle crows feet from age, when he inclines his head towards them at his side. What's with that look, doll? It doesn't have any of the bite like in the past. Maybe it's good that it doesn't. Proves that they're both more grown now, Lyric nearing their 26th birthday in oncoming May, but it still leaves a small hole of how things used to be. The distance they used to keep, to protect themselves. It doesn't exist anymore. Toji eventually found a stable occupation that took advantage of the physical prestige his Heavenly Restriction granted him, and even if he has softened up around the edges and in the middle in a more comfortable life, Lyric knows he is no less dangerous even onehanded and retired.

-> It looks good on him. Caught them off guard the first time they thought it, and again the first time he was gentle to them intentionally: his broad hand holding a lace-loosened shoe for them to slide their foot into it in a little boutique store where a trendy pair caught their eye briefly in the window. How he made sure it fit close to their sole and didn't pinch in the toes when Lyric tied the laces. The softened-up teasing when he held the box out of reach so Lyric couldn't put it back on the shelf because shoes like that were expensive and their work was difficult, and Toji bought them anyways. Left them on the coffee table in their apartment, slightly less shitty than the last one they lost the deposit on for obvious reasons. When he was stretched out on the couch, Lyric tucked one leg between him and the back of the cushions and settled on his hips, anticipating an exchange that had become typical of them for almost a year before he lost his arm. Felt their breath catch in their chest when his calloused fingers skimmed up their spine and stopped on the back of their neck.

Felt more confused than understanding when he laid them on his warm chest and kept watching the news, his knuckles drawing circles on one shoulder blade.

"... I just thought you looked good these days, is all. It's different, but good. You look better."

-> Healthier, they want to say, but don't. Happier. ( they wonder if they are apart of that happiness. if there's a place for them in it, or if he wants to make one, and where they exist in each other's lives as they are. Lyric had never planned to stay in Japan indefinitely. ) A gentle breeze plucks pale pink blossoms from their collectives and sends them tumbling through the air and across the blue eye, so bright and wide Lyric has to squint to look at it properly. They remember laying on their back in a field as a child and feeling they could fall both up and down at the same time when they stared at nothing but sky; they think of being as light as a cherry blossom petal and tumbling through the air to somewhere new. Of how the piles of them cover even the grey sidewalk and dark road asphalt and leave fantasy trails alongside hills of green grass until the whole world is colored by fleeting beauty.

"... it is pretty. There's so many of them, the trees."

-> They wonder if the reflection of the sky in their eyes changes their color, warps their world view. They wonder if they were squinting and didn't notice when Toji lowers the edge of his parasol into their vision and blocks out the tree line and passing bodies of people just enough—just as Lyric opens their mouth to protest he's defeating the point, they turn their head towards him and catch the dark of his hair where the choppy edges barely overlap his eyes, the profile of his nose to his cheek to his mouth. Catch his mouth, and theirs, and the gentle way he kisses them on the bench. Their fingers curl around the sides of the messenger bag in their lap, holding their essentials for going out. Squeeze it and expect something, but nothing comes; his mouth is gentle and warm, lightly chapped, and he kisses them chaste and slow like the moment can draw out forever. Lyric is almost scared that it will with their heart hammering away in their chest. One of their hands clutches the collar of his kimono and the underlining, trying to ground or balance themselves. They lean a little closer to it and don't know why. Just want something that sits in their mouth but that they never say.

They think about how he says doll like a mockery, but also how his mouth shapes their name. They think about him calling them baby, once, nose in their jaw and barely awake and their chest squeezes.

-> He parts them quietly and they know their cheeks and ears are flush, pink as the trees that surround them. Their hand loosens where it grips his kimono, but he keeps the parasol low enough they are just out of view of everyone else. His smile is too sharp because it knows them too well, and Lyric thinks of how Toji brings them coffee sometimes when he comes over, because he comes over, for no reason. Lyric thinks about how Toji wraps a scarf around their neck even when they insist, they don't need it, they've worked in way colder conditions. Lyric thinks about Toji, less cut like facet jewels and more like a living being, still visibly string and yet soft enough it doesn't hurt to touch him anymore, in their apartment kitchen taking a call from a client on their day off as he leans over their shoulder with his nose to their hairline as he watches them highlight passages in a local paper for potential curse leads. Lyric thinks. About Toji. About their heart in their throat like a wild animal when he leans back into his own space and takes the parasol with him, lets their hands rest in their own lap. How he smiles, a little gentler than it needs to be, and says:

Yeah. View's good.

He does not look at the trees.

[a-musing-mixologist]

kid in a red corset & killer in a blue one 🫡

Dress Up || Accepting

There's no objection to either of these.

[mingos]

"doffy I know what I want for my birthday!" a pause. "bitches!" another pause. "behehehehe!"

　❝ if that's your request, then leave it to me. i'll put together another party and invite the finest bitches in all of dressrosa. ❞ and then pay them an exorbitant amount of money out of his own pocket. he could just threaten these women to spend time with his chief of staffーbut, one, that wouldn't be very good for his reputation as king and, two, he feels a weirdly... sympathetic for these women all of the sudden.

[medicus-mortem]

@goreburdened asked: MY RAT BRAIN WONDERS ABOUT law & bellamy as a ship.... Shipping Thoughts

The potential of this would depend on what stage of life Bellamy is in. Before the events of Dressrosa it would be a hard fuck no. Law would be more likely to dismember and dissect Bellamy's Doflamingo groupie ass. Law would also see him more as a pathetic, over confident rookie that needs to be put in his place than anyone worth talking to.

The problem with Law is his first thought when meeting someone involves him judging if they have anything of value to offer Law and if they have nothing of worth Law will instantly disregard them. Bellamy, unfortunately falls into that category both before and after Dressrosa. Of course, before Dressrosa Law could possibly decide to manipulate Bellamy into giving him info about Joker and his dealings but again Bellamy is sort of so low rung at that point that Law doubts he'll have anything useful to say. So, gonna be real hard to get Law to even think of Bellamy.

Now, after the Dressrosa debacle they do have precedence for interacting. Law is the one that brings Bellamy to the safe house. He probably helps with patching him up too, even though Law himself is so damn tired and hurt he probably wants to just pass out and never wake up again. At that point Law would be too in his own head, too fucked up after the events of Dressrosa to even consider talking to this guy.

Now, all that being said and despite my man's tendency to throw up a thousand walls and have basically no interest in anyone, I can see potential for bonding over shared trauma. They share an abuser, a monster. They were both manipulated by Doflamingo, both meant to be made into weapons for that man's goals. So there is common ground here. The question is, is it possible to make these lads talk about that and maybe connect because of it?

Also, Bellamy, you gotta stop that fucking tongue thing. If Law sees you do that he's going to instantly think of Doffy and want to rip your tongue right out of your mouth.

[diabelskoga]

all sanji dupes are so valid!! I really enjoy seeing you on my dash emmett! it's a blast reading your hcs or threads or even your ooc posts! I know we haven't interacted much because I'm slower than a snail wadding through molasses, but !!!!! ❤️❤️🎉🎉 always cheering you on!

「   ASK MEME :  HOW’S MY PORTRAYAL?   」 ( accepting! )

All sanji dupes unite! Because I adore every one of them, and I adore you and your Sanji! And hey, never fret about your reply speed. I'm always here to cheer you on as well! Because that is such a mood, sometimes I feel like that at times dkfjkdfd but I adore you and your many, many muses! Especially Pedro and Bellamy!

[conquiistador]

"I'm back, doflamingo.... you called for me?" bellamy announces his presence to the warlord respectfully, rather meek despite how well his mission had turned out. he hastily pockets his own shades, full attention fixated on the man he so admired with bated breath. hopefully it was not a reprimand of some sort, especially since the hyena had no clue what he could have possibly done to warrant a punishment in the first place.

Admiration was a poison. Love was a dagger you willingly thrust into your own heart. It was why Doflamingo admired nothing. Loved no one. He was only the subject of other people's worship. It was why he had been created divine.

Bellamy was a simple man with a little dream. A dream Doflamingo could grant him without lifting a finger, and yet, he would not. Not until Bellamy proved himself, and - that was unlikely to happen. Doflamingo had long suspected that Bellamy simply didn't have the potential that Doflamingo demanded from his close subordinates. From his family. That didn't mean Bellamy couldn't be useful though. In fact, he'd completed his mission with a gold star, and one might even go as far as to say Doflamingo was pleased with him.

❝ Fu fu fu fu, why so on edge, Bellamy? Are you not satisfied with the way you completed your mission? ❞