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Requested by @genomynt

Sorry for being sooooooooo…. late.

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Make me choose between 2 characters and I'll draw the winner: ace or sabo?

Make me choose between 2 characters and I’ll draw the winner( if i cant pick, i will draw both of them. you cant always make me pick, so there ) 

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ANGER TYPE QUIZ

Consuming

You have the right morals. You don't want to lose your temper but it is your greatest flaw. It's claws grip you and choke you out until it has it's way with you. If you can remove yourself from the situation before that happens you will find sanctuary. If not, the devastation you can cause is unrivalled. You will not explode on everything around you. Rather, ALL of your anger, that has been bottled will explode on the one person who happened to trigger it. They will not stand a chance against your temper. You have the devil in you. You cannot tame it but you can walk away before it shows it's face. The cursed ones.

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huntress.

            She blinked a couple of times when the male smiled like that – was he mocking her?  No … it didn’t seem like so. His reactions were all so weird Celes couldn’t simply know what to do.  Revolutionaries, the Star heard, were people who brought down entire kingdoms, who fought in a huge war to change the world – a war that wasn’t hers.  From the Navy and World Government, she heard they were demons wanting to break the world, but she never really have seen too closely any consequences for this all.  Sabo was a dangerous name though, one of the most wanted men in these seas – yet he seemed nothing like dangerous there. Of course appearances could be deceiving though.

                       ‘ Do ye think yer good? I think…. ‘  the girl paused for a moment, eyes finally looking away as she chose the right words to put her thoughts out. But nothing right came, at first.  Celes never really thought about herself – if she was either good or bad.  ‘ Aren’t ‘veryone good fer themselves? Fer them…. in their vision, they think they’re good…. but fer someone else, they’re demons. ‘

at least, this is what she learned through her path.

     — An existential question forcing the male to consider all of his life choices, take a step back and really see through all his actions and all he was; surely, he had been trying to change the world, saved a lot of people, helped many others, all who had been victims of the cruel government but still, the chief of staff was not blinded to his own shortcomings and selfishness — he was only human after all and a far from perfect one at that too. ❝I try to be..❞  he finally responds sincerely. 

     ❝Yes.. but I think really good people, are good for more than just themselves..❞ he says slowly, as though still trying to think it over himself — the people who were good in his eyes were ones who radiated kindness and warmth; his brothers spread joy everywhere they went, his army helped people all around. ❝— By only attacking bad people.. aren’t you too making the world a better place? For everyone those people may have hurt.. not everyone does that — and I don’t think everyone cares to.❞ his gaze darkened as he spoke the last words, growing more determined and serious. ❝I can’t believe people doing cruel things.. harming others.. think they’re good — even in their own vision, but they just don’t care about the rest of the world — that’s why.. the world needs to change.❞

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     — If the revolutionary had already been so excited by merely witnessing the mark on her thigh then her reaction to his monologue certainly did well to further fuel his fire. ❝—You’ve heard of me?!!❞ he asks, and his shock is not because he didn’t expect Ace to mention him, rather simply he is touched to learn his brother had; especially considering the fact he, himself, could never quite shut up about his two sworn brothers. 

     ❝A few years? You must have your hands full with him~❞ he laughs but despite his words, the grin on his face is nothing but fond and loving towards the brother he spoke of. ❝—he’s come such a long way! Hasn’t he?❞ if she knew him for a few years, then she got to witness Ace’s growth firsthand, Sabo envied that a little, as  nothing filled the revolutionary with more pride than seeing how far his brothers had come. ❝— but I could say the same to you! It’s nice to finally meet some of Ace’s new family❞

The widest of excited grins as the mark on her thigh is noticed, the blonde revolutionary rushing to the female he recognized to be Ace's crew, and bombarding her with enthusiastic questions with no forewarning whatsoever. " You are one of Ace's friends!!! Aren't you? Did you know he's my brother?! He's the greatest isn't he? How long have you known him? Tell me all the stories!! Oh - sorry, where are my manners.. I'm Sabo, Ace's brother! Wait - Did I mention that already? " - xflaare

     Had the approaching presence not been the most nonthreatening; the lotus surely would have unsheathed her blade as precaution  —  With much sunshine bombarding her vision now; similar to the enthusiasm shed upon by the aforementioned brother, Tomoe swore only her little brother’s brother could equal in his endless supply of energy. 

     ❛ Sabo, was it??  I’ve heard countless stories about you!! ❜  She beamed, chuckling some as she would take time to note how utterly adorable it was that the blond was just as contagious as Ace.  ❛ I’ve known him for a few years now — I’m Tomoe, it’s a pleasure to finally meet another one of his brothers!! ❜ 

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Animal familiar quiz.

WILD HORSE.

The wild Horse familiar clearly shows the essence of strength and a drive to be free. You are not afraid of what others think, and do not hold back when expressing yourself and your ideas. Be aware, as your determination could give way to stubbornness, and your goals could end up running your life instead of yourself. Overall, this familiar guides you to follow your dreams no matter what the cost. However, sometimes you need to constrain that rebellious side of yourself, before someone else has to for you.

A Wild Horse familiar drives their master on to pursue their dreams, aids them through difficult areas and times, and inspires them to stay confident.

A rebellious spirit

Confidence

Freedom

Strength

Slight Instability

Drive to accomplish dreams

Tagged. @xlutea ( thanks boo ♡ ) Tagging. @xsolaar ; @xstrawhat

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Oda needs to chill with these amazing character designs from out of nowhere. jk please never stop I love them.

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@xpyre

Source: OPログ⑧

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xpropitious.

                   A world where everyone could live as free….?  Was he serious about it…?  Where, exactly, this would come to?  Perhaps some could live freely, the way they wanted – yet, what would become of the ones who couldn’t defend themselves?  Freedom was a dangerous word.

                                    ��� I don’ believe. ‘  she said, only this.  Her face, deep serious, a cutting and cold glance upon the man who managed to break her views more than once – not this time.  ‘ It’s impossible fer everyone to be free. Ye gotta be strong, if ye want freedom ‘    the weak would always submit to the strong. The weak would always die, the weak would always suffer. There was no such thing as freedom for everyone.  That’s being another reason: she’d become stronger and stronger. This being what she learned these years, back in her island, in the sea as well.

     — There were many things Sabo could tolerate, pessimism and thinking the world could not be changed had not been one of those things; instead they would be deemed quite insulting to the revolutionary’s mission and hopes for the world — for the future. A future he was hell bent on building, whether people believed it to be possible or like the huntress argued otherwise. 

     Expression firm and serious, rather than the usual playfulness he had often presented her with, would now leak onto a scarred countenance. ❝This backward thinking is exactly why the world needs changing. It’s the responsibility of the strong to fight for those weaker than them. To protect them!❞  he speaks, his voice collected yet his tone evidently bothered by her views. Wasn’t the reason the world had been a mess the fact the Celestial Dragons believed themselves to be stronger, better, than everyone else, thus deeming themselves the only ones worthy of freedom? He needed to eradicate that mindset. 

     ❝— then someday, they’ll be strong enough to fight on their own too, and protect those weaker than them as well. It's a cycle. We have to be better if we expect the world to get better!❞

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✉  »  if I was going to wait for permission ✉  »   then it kinda loses the purpose of blackmail 

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329. jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

⯈ the hell⯈ don’t go taking pictures whenever you want dammit

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     — He hadn’t missed the fondness nor longing in his brother’s tone of voice, assumed to be only natural, considering the amount of time the raven had spent with the bandits outweighed Sabo’s short stay with them by a long haul. Meanwhile, it had been mostly memories of his brothers and their tree house which the revolutionary thought back to when recalling those golden days. 

     Lighthearted laughter bubbled through his lips, evidence he had been having the time of his life merely getting the chance to reminisce with Ace; something Sabo never quite assumed to be possible due to a prior belief his brother was gone.

     ❝ What’s age got to do with it? ❞  he chuckles; it had been true his brother changed, grew friendlier, warmer, but Sabo seemed to firmly believe some things just won’t change ❝—I won’t believe it till I see it~ ❞

     However, a teasing smirk, and laughter to accompany wouldn’t last long as the tables were turned with Ace calling him out on his wardrobe, drawing a sheepish expression instead.

     ❝It’s my trademark~❞ he jokes, partly. ❝— can’t go changing that.❞ certainly not when their whole organization followed the very same theme he’s carried since childhood. ❝— I do recall you wearing a shirt more often back then though.❞

❝How's Dadan and the bandits been?❞ he wondered nostalgically but his concern turned into a playful smirk as he asked about more of their loved ones. ❝You don't still get all embarrassed around Makino, do you?❞ another regret of his, second only to failing to be there at marineford, had been none other than missing out on so many years of teasing and annoying his brother.

     ❛ Just the same as they’ve always been— Probably. ❜

     Nostalgic just as the subject had been to Sabo, there was an apparent fondness, perhaps even a slight feeling of homesickness in his voice, not that he even realized this much himself— In truth, although much less than the period of which his brother was gone, Ace hadn’t seen nor spoken to his foster family in three— no, five years now.      But there was always a certain a hunch, a firm belief the family of idiot bandits couldn’t be any different from the day of his departure.

     A stifled laugh. He had to give it to Sabo, for someone previously amnesiac for half his life, he sure recalled plenty of unimportant details.

     ❛ Sabo.. exactly how old do you think I am? ❜

     A crooked smile in addition to the rhetorical, proving his easy embarrassment in the presence of a motherly / sisterly grace taking form of a bartender was but an issue of the past now— which later led to another thought however, one the pirate had made sure to point out while on the subject.

     ❛ Since you’re all about the old days though..          I see your wardrobe hasn’t changed a bit— just tailored to size. ❜

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.SMILE

My main verse for Sabo follows @xpyre‘s story of Ace’s survival, meaning the mera mera no mi never reappeared. This explains how Sabo would still posses the fire abilities, despite that. 

With the world unaware of Portgas D. Ace’s true survival, many would head out to the Coliseum following rumors of the prized mera mera no mi; including the revolutionary chief of staff who longed to inherit the will and fire his brother once manipulated before him. 

After reuniting with his little brother and taking his place at the tournament, Sabo would emerge with the fruit — or so he believed it to be; however, coming face to face with another wielding the very same abilities would bring about confusion, both to the revolutionary as well as the observing crowds. 

The shocking truth would be revealed, his lost brother alive before him, fire and breath still intact within the body believed to have had its last stand. Gasps, whispers and screams burst from the audience, but Sabo had been stupefied with but one natural reaction, tears of joy. 

Following an emotional reunion, a conclusion would be made, the fruit now possessed by Sabo, proved to be nothing but a mere replica of the original still within Ace’s hold. 

An artificial devil fruit, or a SMILE, of logia attributes, yet not much different from those of zoan qualities created at SAD, bringing about concern and curiosity alike to the revolutionary. 

He would make it his mission to investigate its source as well as uncover if there had been any more duplicate logia fruits being manufactured, holding out the possibility the world government could be behind it and aiming to shut down their base of operations. 

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huntress.

                           ‘ What d’ye say per living? ‘  the little star asks, not quite sure of what that word, in his mouth, really meant.  She have lived, and she fought so hard with one simple objective – Celes saw no reasons to raiser her voice, to live, or to even think about what freedom meant. 

     — He certainly hadn’t expected this turn around as a majority of their conversations usually revolved around him questioning the huntress than vice-versa and yet despite the unexpected query, he smiles widely and answers with no hesitance whatsoever. ❝For freedom — I’d rather die than not live freely; I’m going to change the world, build a new one where everyone can live as free too❞

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 THE REVOLUTIONARY ARMY|| CHAIN OF COMMANDS

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chapter 904 + sabo

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🐻; @xflaare / continued

That was an odd way to word it, but she wouldn’t harp on that fact when she hardly knew how to speak to people properly. Hardly knew to take a hint, too. She should have caught on from the way he tugged at his hat that talk of scars wasn’t a welcome one, but she didn’t back away with that short answer.

Without saying a word, she crouched down and began to roll up one leg of her jeans. She tugged, yanked and folded until it was bunched around her knee and revealed the burn along the inside of her left leg. “Got this when I was eleven. Goes up higher, got part of my other leg too.”

     — He’s shocked when the female silently begins to reveal of her own burns, trusting him: a mere stranger with information deemed to be sensitive and private; mismatched hues would widen at the sight and suddenly he feels less embarrassed about her question regarding the scar on his face.

     They were the same, weren’t they?

     He’s silent for a moment, his expression apologetic as the revolutionary always had been one of empathy before he finally finds his voice. ❝I’m sorry.. didn’t realize...so that’s why you asked..❞ he says softly then digits would move strands of blonde to reveal of the scar followed by a hesitant tug on his collar to show it extended further down his neck, the rest is hidden by his shirt. ❝—Wasn’t much younger when I got this myself. 10 or so..❞ he speaks, feeling awkward to share it so honestly and yet also finding a strange sense of relief through it. ❝. . extends over to my shoulder and arm too..❞

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she doesn't have too much to eat, but she decides to share with him some of the meat she caught that day. It wouldn't hurt, right..? to share.

     — Initially caught off guard by her offer, the huntress would only further confirm by her actions what Sabo had expressed knowing all along — she truly was a good person, whether she believed so or not. 

     ❝Are you sure?❞ he wonders as he hadn’t really been in need of food; the revolutionaries had enough resources and he had been able to hunt since childhood — but he wondered if a little girl off on her own like herself did have enough. 

     Still his grin displayed made it clear he appreciated her offer nonetheless.