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My first piece for @onepiecebigbang! So fun to write and to get to work with such a talented artist (I will link the piece soon!) 

“Brook, is Hell dangerous?” Usopp asks.

“Oh yes, very dangerous,” Brook confirms. “I’ve only been there a few times, but it was filled with the screaming of innumerable terrified souls.”

Chopper helpfully demonstrates terrified screaming, launching himself through the air and attaching himself to Usopp like a limpet.

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Time for another fic recommendation! Possession by @flyiing_giraffe is a fantastic what-if featuring a Cora-Doffy power-swap. We love AUs!!

Read it here!

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An AU of spaceliquid's fic The Price of Conscience, and an extremely late New Year's gift!

He knows he has been inadequate. How could he not? When he has been so often told; by his father, by the other Dragons, by his own son. He feels, even now, the urge to curl upon himself with the shame of that time, after Dulcinea had died— of coming home empty-handed and discouraged, to his boys— gaunt, dirty, bruised. The helpless desperation that plagued him when they looked up at him with desolate eyes.

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written for @onepiece-fight for lampalot7's prompt "Kaku (and maybe Lucci?) betray CP9"

“About that,” Kaku says, putting a hand on the back of his neck, “we might be fugitives now? I might've… defected?”   “What.”   “They told me to leave you!” Kaku says, throwing his hands in the air. “The targets were all eliminated, and we could've both got out no problem, but they said to leave you, Lu— I wasn't doing that.”  

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written for @onepiece-fight | based on Tuna's prompt "Cp9 genuinely treat each other like family."

“What if he dies?” Kaku says quietly. “I don't want to be asleep, if he goes.”  “He's Rob Lucci,” Blueno says, cutting in when the others can't find what to say, “he's not going to die.”  “We didn't think he would lose, either,” Fukurou points out, unhelpfully.  

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written for @onepiece-fight | based on Arkturus' prompt "Lucci and Kaku reflect on their time in Water 7/the events of Enies Lobby as members of CP0."

White buildings, white streets, white clothes.  And he too, now, is adorned by them— marked. He has been purified; washed clean of the blood and the dark that had defined him.  He doesn't like it, personally. Too hard to get the stains out. 

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Written for @onepiece-fight for shadowspires' prompt "What If -- Cora and Doffy ended up with each other's devil fruit?" and Tuna's prompt "Doffy genuinely loving Cora"

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written for @onepiece-fight | based on lampalot7's prompt "CP9's guilt over betraying the galley la company."

Kalifa has already discarded a dried flower Tilestone had once carefully wedged behind her ear at a company picnic; the thank you note that Mayor Iceburg wrote for her on her birthday; the tin that once contained chocolates that a red-faced Paulie had handed to her. What she now wagers are personal enough, but not laden with memory, as the things Kaku now struggles to part with clearly are.  The cards come down again. Five of a Kind, all around.  Kalifa has already discarded a dried flower Tilestone had once carefully wedged behind her ear at a company picnic; the thank you note that Mayor Iceburg wrote for her on her birthday; the tin that once contained chocolates that a red-faced Paulie had handed to her. What she now wagers are personal enough, but not laden with memory, as the things Kaku now struggles to part with clearly are.  The cards come down again. Five of a Kind, all around. 

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“Every member of my family,” he says slowly, quietly— more seriously than Crocodile has heard him say anything thus far— “has suffered unimaginably. In ways no human being should be made to suffer. When I found them, I pulled them from that suffering. I restored their hopes; I resurrected them; gave them each new life and new purpose. They are all that I value in this world.” He takes a single step toward Crocodile. “I would never hesitate to act, on their behalf. Even if it were foolish, even if it ruined me.” “Even if it were you,” seems implied, although Donquixote does not say it. “Their bodies, their lives, are as my own. An offense against them is an offense against me.”

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Thank you for having me! So excited to work on the @opmetgalazine with everyone!

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written for @onepiece-fight for Tuna's prompt "Zoro and Sanji meet before canon. Zoro learns about Sanji's past. They become sort of partners and then join the crew together."

Zoro’s never seen anyone fight like this guy. He hears Sanji’s kicks break bone; watches as he slams people into tables hard enough to split the wood apart. But, best of all, he somehow never gets in Zoro’s way; it’s like they’ve been fighting together for years; like they’re dancing. It’s as easy as breathing for them to take out the pirates.

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written for @onepiece-fight for shadowspires' prompt "A Warlord Meeting that both Doffy and Law attend."

This is his favorite kind of game to play. Making people do things is easy for him— he thinks it’s boring. He wants to back people into a corner, force them to deal with situations of their own creation. To push until he finds the breaking point, without ever touching his victim.

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“Good! Now, as I was saying,” Doflamingo says conversationally, running a finger around the edge of his glass to catch the sugar, and then sucking it off, “Crocodile was looking for you. I went over to scare him off, but then we got to talking, and he mentioned that you’ve made a new friend, recently. The kind of friend we don’t like, in our business.”  Aldridge’s eyes widen.  “And that could cause a lot of trouble for me, you understand.” Doflamingo smiles maniacally, leaning forward slightly.  “Naturally, I offered to help resolve the problem.”  He gets up, chair screeching backwards on the floor, using his full height to loom over Aldridge.  “So, you see, there are actually two people here to kill you tonight.” 

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| written for @onepiece-fight | prompt: Brook can feel himself decaying slowly by hamstercheese7

He imagines himself a garden, seeds bursting up through the soil of his flesh, to make it more palatable. In these endless, fog-coated waters there is very little to think of besides the phantom sensations of his body. It does not hurt, precisely— he won't pretend to know how it's even possible, but it seems that, at his death, his body became somehow detached from his being for the purposes of the Devil Fruit. His experience as more and more of him is eaten away is of being imprisoned within his organs; he feels the writhing of the insects, the touch of their legs and the removal of his body, but softly. In the moment he is eaten, he loses sensation.

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“I assume you’re aware my services are rather costly, Mr. Donquixote?”  “As I assume you know whatever compensation you require is well within my means. But that’s not relevant, tonight.”  “And why is that?”  Donquixote drinks, then leans forward, resting his forearms on the table. He spears the cherry on the end of the umbrella and eats it, letting the silence sit just long enough to be uncomfortable.  “I’m afraid, Sir, that someone wants you dead rather badly. And they’ve paid me a large sum of money to do it.” 

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Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

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Whoooops I posted this to the wrong blog yesterday lol take 2!

the ascent

Once there was a god born; bright and beautiful and golden, into the heavens.

The Road(trip) to Hell is Paved with Questionable Decision Making

“I cannot fucking believe,” Sanji grouses, hands flying over the cutting board as he dices carrots, “that idiot Mosshead”— he thumps his heel on the ground for emphasis, igniting the floor.

possession

“—we don't know if they even kidnapped him. Corazon is always disappearing."

fledglings

Zoro’s in a bar, in a town somewhere.

warning shots

Being a Royal Warlord requires a lot more paperwork than Law expected.

kaleidoscope

Lucci does not remember what happened after the explosion.

five of a kind

New members of Cipher Pol are always taught how to play poker.

moonlight

The room is tiny, spare.

clean

Everything in Mariejois is so clean.

dinner & diatribes

“Whiskey, neat.”

Well, just glancing through I can see that everything is in present tense. Several dialogue starts in here, and then the rest are mostly short, declarative sentences meant to establish something significant about the environment or circumstance. The odd ones out are ascent and roadtrip because they are very stylized, and out of my usual wheelhouse. There are none that are really meant to establish a wider scene/larger events, although I know some of the later d&d chapters start like that.

Fun exercise! Definitely recommend it, if you think it sounds fun!