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Let's Game it Out Sentence Starters

It's much easier to cook in the kitchen when everything hurts to pick up.

Was I drunk when I was putting this away?

Easy peasy, ingredients get in my bucket, squeezy.

Ok now, _____, be more careful this time.

What is it they sometimes say? 'To make an omelette sometimes you have to use eggshells instead cause you broke all the eggs'?

Hope you're excited as I am.

And then we're gonna finish it off with this barrel of light beer.

Mmm, potentially radioactive, just the way we like it.

Whoops, I just poured a bunch of boiling hot liquid all over myself.

How would you like this creepshow creating all of your meals?

Who knew that littering could feel this good?

I feel like I'm in the New York City subway now!

Dream... fully realized!

Uh uh uh. You didn't say the magic word!

Look at that hamburger, a child could make that!

If we're gonna be that sad, we're gonna do it in style.

You're not screwing around in here, are you?

Well color me and the floor impressed!

Looks like we're making designer patties today!

Not really sure what to make of this.

What the hell is this?

Anyways, what was I saying about mayo?

Hey, do you wanna see a magic trick?

I've never seen a food processor so big you can put it on your head!

As always, you want to practice safety in the kitchen, which means two knives at a time.

Don't look at me, I didn't do it. Probably.

You know what they always say *ow*: work smart, not *ow* hard.

I call it... the Mike Wazowski.

Stop spilling, _____, what did I just say?

It was like a treasure map of flavors!

#🍽Menu || Memes

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Early (lazy) morning 🌷🌐

...

Idk how to use this app, but let's try it out...

#🌷🌐

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Ok this, this is Kid's theme.

#y'all should listen to Alestorm.

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Seeing H.ades 2 morsels and vibrating at high frequency

#I CAN'T WAIT #🏝break time || ooc

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Now I wanna know what Kid, Killer, and Law would look like.

#I don't think we'd be able to handle them. #🏝Break Time || OOC

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Them.

#i had shanks out but not ace fir some reason

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Emerald hues roll as he mouths the words after Isa. It's just like the other boy to have such a response ready. "Yeah, well, I'm not as... wisdom-ful as you are." Isa's good at thinking, and at always having a bookish-sounding ramble at the ready. While he... he's good at mouthing off and getting into trouble. Something about the other's tone catches his attention. "Hey! What's with that gloomy train of thought? I'll always make it back." He flashes a white-toothed grin despite his still-stinging arm.

"You know I'm real good at slipping away! Even if they're a bunch of big brutes who hit hard." He jabs a thumb at himself. "I know every side alley and secret passage in this town! And I'm fast, way faster than any of them, or you." He presses a finger to Isa's nose. "Yeah, ok, fine. I'll bring you and you can talk them to death!" Leaning against the other boy's shoulder, he sighs. "I was just trying to do a bit of Renaissance." He furrows his brow. "Ren... retcon... scouting it out!"

"the smarter person is one to walk away because he knows it is more beneficial not to make them think that eventually, you will do just that," isa sighs, shaking his head as he listens to his best friend's rather reckless behavior again. of course, this is quite typical for lea, acting on his emotions rather than thinking it through. "what do i do if you get hurt worse than this and do not make it back? did you ever think about how i would feel if you don't come back?" his mouth feels oddly dry as he speaks his thoughts, something he doesn't do often but whenever a situation seems to need it... "just make sure to bring me next time and not go there on your own again, alright?"

#🔥Muse || Axel/Lea #nachtslicht

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"Ya don't know th' half o' it. Though, it was a wrench in addition t' his fists." Yes, a fiery-headed lad who was always fixing up junk and trying to create new weapons to help defend against the myriad shady types that called their dump of an island home. "Maybe one day, it won't be like this. Th' quiet kids'll be allowed 't live peacefully, an' folks with brilliant minds like Kid can put their skills t' use makin' something other than weapons." He doesn't hate this life, or the thrill of battle. The two of them enjoyed finding their limits and pushing past them. But... sometimes it was tiring.

"We were lucky in that way. T' have each other." He'd always be grateful for it. Even if he sometimes wanted to put the redhead on a leash. He shakes his head with a sigh, nostalgic grin hidden beneath the striped mask. "Yup, it's about time we set sail. Ya think he'd run out of energy, or breath, but..." Rolling a muscled shoulder, he sets off to try and herd his dear partner back. "Bastard's a fountain of energy. Maybe you could brew a calmin' tea once I get his ass back here?" Anything was worth a shot.

"The theories around nature verses nuture in one's development comes to mind," and of which she had seen plenty of real life examples throughout time. One's environment did play a factor in their behavior but it was not always in ways one might expect. "Change is a fickle thing, in people and in the world around us. I'm sure he could learn to be different but, at the same time, if this works for him? I imagine its 'if it isnt broken, why fix it?' sort of mentality." She only hoped he wouldnt let his temper get him in trouble he couldnt fight his way out of.

"You and I were alike in a way, when we were young. I didnt like to fight, didnt want to even if I had too." Even now she was more of a diplomat but that isnt to say the artificer couldnt fight out of necessity. "Aw, I can imagine it now, a little fire-headed lad cussing and waving his fists at people." Quiet giggles hidden behind a hand, "Sounds like you two have a strong friendship. I'm happy for you." Thea doesnt mention how she lacked any kind of bonds as those. Not in her youth anyway. "Can't say anything about the Strawhats, I dont know them. I'm sure they have their own voices of reason there though too."

A pause and then, "We are kind of burning daylight while Kid argues, don't we have places to be?"

#🌐muse || killer #aamaranthiine #I just love when it's Killer and some other calm character watching Kid raging in the bg

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He breathes out a soft laugh, warm breath ghosting over Law's skin, fingertips trailing over his chest as they trace the lines of ink meandering across his pec. "I think I'll enjoy see ya struggle." He bats his eyes, long lashes fluttering beneath a cascade of silky blond locks. "After all, where would all th' fun be if ya didn't?" He allows his fingers to glide along Law's sides, between the alternating bands of woven rope and cool flesh. "Bet that's startin' t' feel real good inside you, ain't it?"

It's not hard to see the effect the toy has on the other, the way Law's breath catches in his throat, or how his hips twitch against their bindings. He makes a very pretty sight. "Mmmm, I'm a lucky guy, I can look an' touch th' artwork." One hand slips between his legs, encouraging the heated flesh, while with the other he moves to caress himself a little, pink tongue sliding across plum lips and head tilted back just slightly. "Fwahaha, maybe next time we can hang ya up in a gallery, you'd put th' other masterpieces t' shame." He catches Law's lips again with a low, pleased moan.

"well, you two are the first i allow to be above me," law has no issue to admit as much, he never let others get so close to him, even more take entire control. if he slept with stranger, he always hadbeen the one to dominate, decide exactly with just how he is comfortable but never giving up entire control. it's new and thrilling. besides, it's the first time he's alone like that with the blond. law''s breath changes and adjusted under the rising arousement of his body, tongue licking over dry lips as he watches the other, feeling killer's presence always so close. "mmm, you seem just as much expecting it as i do..." his voice is more husky than he intended for it to be. he enjoys the tease, the slowness of it. law always bathed more in the excitement of the buildup than a rushed quick moment in between

a low moan flees his lips when it's shoved in, finding muscles tightening around it to hold it in. this certainly would be a challenge ... he exhales deeply, golden eyes hafly hidden behind shut eyelids. "if you do nicely, I'll no doubt gladly be extra sweet for you, killer," he still has some sass in his vpoce, finding himself too willingly bare his neck for the older man. ah, these two really have him in a weird hold, his body adjusting so quickly to the comfort of their touch, no matter their nature. his erection is hard, body moving a little held in soft ropes.

"if anything, i probably will struggle not want you," law shivers a little, every touch seems much more intense being tied up, skin taking note of every small change. it gets more challenging to hold back the soft moans coming over his lips now.

#🌐Muse || Killer #herztakt #🌷🐯Magnetic Heart #🌶Spicy || NSFT

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Rasta Parrot Tulip

clivenichols

#🌷Aesthetic || Kid

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i step out onto stage clad in full corpse paint and death metal regalia and start playing the most middle-of-the-road soft rock you've heard since 1974

#jkdslf;saksdfa

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"No one who makes it this far could be considered sane." They could all agree on that, at least. But some forms of insanity were more fun than others. The older redhead's advice earns a snarl, though he bites back a sharp retort. They're all bad apples, he wants to say. But they weren't, were they? Yeah, the pain of Apoo and Hawkins' betrayal still cuts like a knife. Proof that there's no trusting others. But then there was Straw Hat, standing resolute in that shitty prison, standing up for him and Killer even when he had no damn reason to, because that's just the kind of person he was. And the bastard surgeon who'd had his back at every turn when they'd faced down Big Mom. He could tell himself it was just a fluke, they were all under pressure and facing a common enemy, but he doesn't really believe it. Those two were different. "Hmph." He glares somewhere off to Shanks' side, arms crossed again.

Snarl deepens at the laughter, but it's not directed at him and he knows it. The comment serves its purpose, the heaviness of the air around them becoming a little more bearable. How was this bastard so easygoing? He was like Straw Hat in that manner, with the same kind of punchable grin. "You're damn right I've got ambition, and I ain't gonna let you or anyone else stand in the way of it! Not when I've made it this far! It doesn't matter how many scars I get, I'll keep clawing my way forward until the bitter end."

"Temporary... alliance?" He stares, the distasteful words rolling slowly off his tongue. It's the last offer he ever expected to hear from this man, especially after two attempts on his life. Gold hues flick to his partner, but Killer remains silent, gaze lowering from between the cracked side of his helmet. No doubt the blond still felt guilty for suggesting the original alliance that had led to them all going through hell, even if Kid never held it against him. He can feel the eyes of his crewmates on him. This decision would be his and his alone. Heated gaze returns to the other redhead.

If Shanks wanted him dead, he'd be dead by now. And while he has no love for this bastard, he's not blind. Shanks isn't like Kaido, or Big Mom, or Blackbeard. He's not the kind of person who delights in the suffering of others. No, his gut tells him the offer is genuine. Goddamn it. He wants to forge ahead by his own power. It had carried him into the New World. Up until Kaido had appeared, it had always been enough. And then suddenly, it wasn't. He clenches his fist with a growl. His strength alone was no longer enough. Not for what lay ahead. Not yet, at least. Onigashima had proved that. If they hadn't worked together, he and Straw Hat and Trafalgar, then things would have gone very badly. And really... it hadn't been all bad. Hell, there were quite a few times where it had even been... fun. For this first time there were others who were strong enough to stand beside him, who he could count on to hold their own. He hated to admit that the other two captains had earned his trust. Could this one?

"... I'll hear you out. No promises."

"And don't go thinkin' that you'll get to boss me around if I do end up agreein'! Also, I had to listen to that dumbass surgeon make plans, yours better not be as convoluted! "

Eyebrows shot up in mild surprise and amusement. A part of him could understand the pent up frustration and anger. The world wasn't kind to the newest generation of pirates, and true to Kid's words, neither him or any of the other Supernova and their crews would get the time and leisure grace period where they could hone their skills and climb to the top without doing anything too drastic. It was survival of the fittest. Kill or be killed. If you showed mercy, you were weak --- an easy target to take out. If you killed everybody, you were painted a murderer --- a target that had to be taken out. There was no winning, no matter how one turned it and Shanks was very much aware of that.

❝ So you saw that Big Mom and Kaido aren't exactly on the sane side. I could have told you that, too. ❞ Perhaps a somewhat snarky comment, but not that far from the truth. ❝ If you want a bit of advice, don't be so quick to judge others from your experiences with a handful of bad apples in the bushel. Feel free to ask anybody sailing under me and anybody living in the territories under my protection if they ever once had to fear for their lives, be it from me or anybody else. ❞ If he wanted to, Shanks could have easily painted Kid enemy number one in his territories and each any every single ship sailing under his flag would give their all to make sure the lad wouldn't see the light of day again. Maybe foolish, but he was a man who believed in second chances, and that diplomacy would get one further than threats and fights. Clearly, with Kid, that wasn't and never would be the case.

The corners of his lips twitching up in a grin, Red Hair looked over his shoulder at his crew. ❝ You hear that, gents? We're apparently out here on a pleasure cruise! ❞ Laughter erupted, the tension among the crew somewhat lessening. Nothing a small laugh can't do to make things somewhat easier, especially as the other redheads words caught his attention.

Shanks was wrong in assuming that Kid was just like the rest of the Supernova --- stubborn, unpredictable, without much of a goal other than getting the One Piece like everybody and their mother with the current state of the world. Bringing down the Gorosei, however, potentially even the Celestial Dragons, now that was a journey not many would dare embark on. Maybe, just maybe, they could potentially go from enemies to unlikely allies. While the One Piece was a rather tempting thing to go after, making sure that the world would truly see the dawn of a new age, where all remnants of corruption and those in power would be gone, was even more so.

❝ I underestimated you, ❞ Red Hair finally spoke again. ❝ You've got quite an ambition there, with both your goals. One of them just so happens to align with mine. I'm curious if you'd be willing to negotiate a temporary alliance for it after which we each go our separate ways and continue the mutual attempts to kill one another. ❞

#🌷Muse || Kid #seaoftales #he is making an attempt... #plz be proud of him

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heatwave starter sentences

“I can’t bear this heat anymore.” “I’m melting. I’m actually melting.” “What? You said ‘get me something cold’. You never implied I couldn’t throw it over you.” “Don’t be a pussy, it’s just a bit of warm weather.” “We’re going to the beach. Now.” “Yes, I’m naked and no I’m not ashamed.” “Is it socially acceptable to go out in nothing but a wet towel?” “Wow, you look even worse than I feel.” “Just how many popsicles have you had already?” *runs ice cube along the back of your neck* *throws you into the pool, whether you want it or not* “If you’re that hot, then why don’t you take something off?” “No, no, no… not now. It’s way too warm for sex.” “I’m sweating in places I didn’t even know existed.” “I went out for ten minutes. Ten minutes! Look at me, I’m basically fried.” “That looks like a nasty sunburn…” “You’re not going out there before I’m lathered you in sun cream.” “I can’t get up… Can you get up? I can’t… I can’t get up.” “You’re such a stick in the mud! Everyone’s out enjoying the weather and you’re sitting inside complaining about it.” “Another shower?” “Please kill me now. This is unbearable.” “Let’s break into that office block. I’m sure they have air conditioning.” “I know! Let’s have a water balloon fight.” *sprays you with a water pistol* *blows cold air into your neck* “I can think of some more things to do with ice cubes…” “This is the perfect timing for an ice bucket challenge.” “I can’t sleep in this heat.” “I might as well sleep in the bathtub and it would be less wet.” “I need refuge, my airco broke.” “Your neighbours have a swimming pool, right? Let’s sneak in tonight.” “I’m going to book a holiday to Alaska. Now.” “I shouldn’t have stayed out so long… I think I have a heatstroke.” “Is that a rain cloud? Is that a mother fucking rain cloud?!” “Did you feel that? It was a breeze. We are blessed.” “Even my cat wanted to take a shower.” “Don’t smell me. There’s no deodorant that can mask this.” *throws water balloon straight at your face* “I take it back, summer is not my favourite season at all.” “I made an ice water bath, specially for you.” “If only it was always this nice and warm.” “I feel lazy and it’s great.” “Let’s go to the supermarket again and take a very long time staring at the frozen vegetables.”

#help it's back up to 80F #i am not built for this

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mundane headcanons

🌅 morning routine

at what time do they generally wake up?

do they tend to wake up early and take their time, or would they rather rush it?

how many alarms do they need to wake up?

are they a morning person?

bathroom first or breakfast first?

do they take a shower to wake up?

coffee, tea, milk or juice?

sweet or savoury breakfast?

what do they like to have for breakfast?

do they prepare their clothes before going to sleep, or do they prefer to improvize?

do they spend a lot of time dressing up, fixing their hair and/or putting on makeup?

🚿 personal hygiene

how often do they take a shower/bath?

shower or bath?

shower/bath in the morning, afternoon or evening?

do they use specific perfumes?

do they prefer their shampoos and soaps plain, or do they like to smell like something specific?

do they have specific shampoos, conditioners and body wash, or do they go with a 3-in-1?

what's their go-to flavor when it comes to toothpaste?

🍕 food breaks

do they have set times for their meals, or do they eat whenever they feel like it?

do they have a proper meals everyday, or do they tend to skip or get just a snack for lunch/dinner?

are they a home-cooking kind of person, or do they rather get takeouts?

if they eat at work/school, do they take time to prepare even just a sandwich at home before going out?

do they tend to have any make-ahead meals?

do they tend to have leftovers?

how often do they get fast food?

how often do they go to restaurants?

🧹 chores

are they the one doing most chores in the house?

which chore is the one they dread doing the most?

do they wash the dishes right after a meal, or do they leave them in the sink until it's impossible to ignore them?

do they have the dreaded "laundry chair" where they put dirty clothes on?

do they make their bed in the morning, or leave it undone until it's time to sleep?

🚗 transports

do they have a driving license, wether it's for a car or bikes?

do they have any other kind of driving licences ( planes, ships, buses... )

do they own a car?

do they own a bike?

are they the kind of person who think of their car as if it was their baby? perfectly clean, not a scratch, almost overly protective of it?

do they use public transports? if so, do they like using them?

do they like going on trains?

do they like going on boats or ships?

do they like going on airplanes?

📱 phone

what phone do they have?

do they use specific ringtones depending on who calls them, or do they use just one for everyone?

how often do they check their phone?

do they keep their phone's audio volume on, or do they prefer the vibration or? or do they rather have it silenced?

how many apps to they have on their phone, give or take?

do they have games on their phone?

what's their background and lock-screen?

💻 social media

are they registered to any social media?

how often do they log in?

how many followers do they have?

do they follow a lot of people?

how easy is it for them to block someone online?

what do they tend to post online ( art, videos, just starting fights online... )?

did they ever get in an online fight?

do you think they'd have callouts about them?

😴 sleeping routine

at what time do they tend to go to sleep?

do they take anything to help them sleep ( medicines, chamomilles, warm milk... )?

how much does it take for them to fall asleep?

are they a light or a heavy sleeper?

do they snore, talk and/or move a lot while sleeping?

do they dream often?

what kind of dreams to they tend to have?

do they prefer to be in complete darkness to fall asleep, or are they ok with a bit of light?

do they need the door or the windows open, or do they prefer them closed when they go to sleep?

what's their usual sleeping position?

where is their bed? with a side against the wall, in the middle of the room... ?

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Thinkin' bout them.

#KILLER IS JUST A LIL GUY.

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#gif #*points to the babby*

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law slips on killer's lap soundlessly, it's not the first time he does so in the middle of the night when the thoughts weigh too heavy on him and his mind refuses to give him a blissful slumber. golden eyes look over the many plants scarred between small pieces ready to prepare smaller models that one day would aim to cause destruction. "if you wouldn't rely on weapons, what would you like to build? i mean, let's say you could travel freely and did not have to think of fighting, just go and explode and do whatever comes to mind."

the surgeon thinks of the ship they are sailing on, all the little things scarred across it that make every day much easier. kid's mind is full of wonders and there is so much he could imagine for the captain to come up with besides those weapons that one day will take down those who dared to rip those they loved from them.

"i'll give you an example from my perspective, i'd love to focus on research. just take as much time as i want while then just practicing as a simple doctor who does not always rely on devil fruit. i know, i use it so naturally often at this point but just taking care of silly cuts or tell you that your headache is caused by the lack of sleep."

his eyes finally close as he rests his head against the shoulder, a soft sigh leaving his lips. "something like that ... mh where killer just worries about what to make for dinner."

He slips his arms around the smaller man, chin resting against his shoulder. Sleepy Law is an interesting character, prone to mumbled ramblings and soft cuddles. Out of all of them he still seems to have the most trouble sleeping, though Killer has noticed he at least stays put when all three of them are tangled together in bed. Tonight though, Kid's up late working on yet another idea, leaving him a quiet moment to get some reading done. At least until the surgeon's arrival.

He sets the book down, humming thoughtfully. To travel freely, with no concern for battle. It's funny, really. Pirates are all about freedom, but of course it comes with a price. There's always the need to pull out a blade, either for protection from others seeking their own version of freedom, or those looking to limit it in the name of the World Government. "Heh. I could see that for ya. Think you'd settle someplace, or keep on sailin'? Like, a travelling doc?" He wonders if, once this adventure is over, Law will have that chance.

"Worryin' about jus' dinner might be nice fer a bit, but I think it'd get pretty boring, fwahaha!" He threads his fingers into Law's hair as he considers. "Well, maybe I'd learn t' cook proper, though dunno if I've got th' patience fer culinary school." He sighs. "Can't imagine ever settlin' down though, don't think it suits me, Kid, or any o' this lot. Probably just keep on sailin', explorin' th' world. Kid thinks that not even th' World Government really knows every island that exists. But even if everything is all mapped, it doesn't really make it any less interestin' t' visit places ya never been before. I think it'd be fun just t' see what's out there with my own eyes. As fer Kid, well, I don't think he'll ever stop buildin' things, weapons or not. He'll keep right on tryin' t' create whatever that mind of his comes up with! Maybe he'll make stuff t' help people instead. Or maybe jus'... art fer art's sake."

#🌐Answered || Killer #herztakt #*tucks him in*