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glintmonkey · 2 years
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🌺 Tell me a preconeption/headcanon you have for one of my characters... 🌺
And I’ll rate how accurate it is on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being way off and 10 being basically canon!
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glintmonkey · 2 years
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Kizaru entered his fellow admiral’s office with a light smile and languid gait, nonchalantly strolling up to her desk as she gave her curt acknowledgement of his presence.  His arms weren’t in his pockets as usual; instead, they were hidden underneath his Justice Coat in a way that was not suspicious at all, why do you ask?  His glasses glinted in the light of Kuroi Ga’s office, briefly obscuring his eyes before he came to  stop in front of her.  He hunched a bit so his eyes became visible again; that little trick was meant for people he didn’t like, and while you could say a lot about his color-coded comrade, she was just too endearing for him not to appreciate.  
"Oh, so mean.~”  He said.  He accepted the paperwork she’d handed him, tucking it under his right arm as he continued while keeping his left hidden.  “You treat me-oh, thank you-you treat me so roughly, Hoshi.~  Am I not allowed to visit a good friend of mine?~”
(- @glintmonkey -)
❝...... If you are here to put more of your own paperwork on my desk for me to do for you- then leave. ❞
She grumbled annoyed as she gave him a look as she handed him a free filled with the last batch of the work he " accidentally left " on her desk to do. Even though she complains about it every time. She still does it for him. Why? Who knows. Maybe reasons she'll take to her grave.
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glintmonkey · 2 years
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He gives a big ol’ smile at the sight of that particular drink.  “Oh, fire whiskey!~  I haven’t had a bottle of this in ages!~”  He carefully grabbed the glass (big fingers made grabbing normal-sized things a challenge, you know?~) and raised it with that grateful smile still on his lips.  “Thank you very much, Ms. Helena.~  I tried getting Sakazuki to try some of this with me once, but he was really into that stuff from Wano-what do you call it-sah keh, you know?~”
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♡   —   ❝  a marine?  ❞     her voice came, eyebrows raised as she saw the lanky figure pas through the doors of her tavern.  pirates were her usual patrons, but marines tended to come through every so often, either looking for information, or taking a drinking break. this one, however, looked kind of important.    ❝  welcome to the tempests tavern  ❞    kizaru stumbles upon this lil pirates nest ~~~ @glintmonkey​ 
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glintmonkey · 2 years
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18 and 19 of the munday meme!!!
Munday Meme
18. Are there any AUs you'd like to explore but haven't had the chance to yet?
You betcha. There are currently 2 main AUs kicking around in my head that I wanna explore:
The one I want to hash out the most is my default non-Marine AU, where he's a drifter on the Grand Line trying to reach Laugh Tale for the sake of it. Known only as "Lightbrand" Borsalino, he's similar to the man he would've been, but there are certain key differences; for example, he couldn't give less of a shit about justice, no matter how clear or unclear it may be. He'd also have developed his powers in (somewhat of) a different direction, considering there's training marines go through that he wouldn't have had the benefit of here. I'm still trying to get all the details ironed out, but honestly, I just need an AU where Borsalino can interact with pirates outside of fight threads, since most people in the OP rpc are pirate mains.
The other main AU I wanna try out is one where he never ate the Glint Glint fruit but still became an admiral, essentially being a cross between Sanji's kicks and Ussop's snipes in terms of skillset to make up for not being able to move at lightspeed. He'd also have a touch of swordsmanship, but it's not his preferred style. I dunno, it just seems like it'd be interesting to explore a Borsalino that took a more Garp approach to advancement.
19. Do you listen to music whilst writing? If so, what kind of music?
Sometimes. I'm sorry for the non-commital answer, but it really does depend on how I feel on a given day. Sometimes music is just distracting noise that prevents me from thinking, sometimes it is God's own gift to me to provide the inspiration I seek, and sometimes the only things I can think about while listening to music are awesome AMVs and Animatics for my muses that I don't have the ability to make.
As for what kind of music I listen to, uh...a little bit of everything, I guess. There's pretty much no genre (except scream metal) that I've ever bounced right off of; there's at least one song in every style that I like. That being said, the inspirational vibes I get from the Beethoven's Wig albums are gonna be very different from the inspirational vibes I get from Dreams in the Witch House.
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glintmonkey · 2 years
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♡ Munday Meme ♡
Some questions to get to know the mun’s rping habits!
When did you start writing on Tumblr?
Who was your first muse?
Who are your longest rp friends?
Favourite thing about roleplaying?
Least favourite thing about roleplaying?
OTP for your muse?
NOTP for your muse?
What are some similarities between you and your muse/muses?
What are some differences between you and your muse/muses?
Would you be friends with your muse if they were real?
Would you write with duplicate characters? How do you think your muse would react?
Have you any old muses that you’d love to bring back?
What’s one random headcanon about your muse that people mightn’t know?
Who is an author that inspires you?
What do you look for in a rp partner?
Favourite trope?
Least favourite trope?
Are there any AU’s you’d like to explore but haven’t had the chance to yet?
Do you listen to music whilst writing? If so, what kind of music?
How do you overcome writer’s block?
Are there certain characters that you gravitate towards?
Short, medium, or long threads?
Do you ever get jealous when rping? How do you handle this?
What about your muse are you most proud of?
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glintmonkey · 2 years
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Past and Secret Drabbles
When Borsalino first joined the marines, he couldn't have cared less about justice. It's not that it didn't matter, per se, it was just the sort of thing that other people worried about, not him. Sakazuki could go on and on about how pirates are monsters and how justice needed to be absolute in order to deal with them, but what did that really matter? Whether you locked them in a cell forever or melted them in magma, they were still definitively dealt with either way. Besides, the seas were simply too big; you could kill every pirate you ever met, but there'd always be more to fill whatever gaps you managed to make.
That all changed one day when Zephyr-sensei took him aside. It was near the end of their training; not many had made it all the way through, but those who had would go on to be the backbone of the next generation of the marines. Zephyr-sensei had said to him "Borsalino, I know you've never cared about justice. There's something you want out of the marines, and you support Sakazuki, but justice has never been a priority to you. And that...that's because you never heard of a justice you agreed with, have you?
Listen, Borsalino: justice is something created by humans. Everyone's justice is different, but they all share one thing in common: that justice of theirs is born from the values that they care about the most. Justice isn't something that can be given to you; your justice can only be born from what you believe in. So what do you believe in, Borsalino? Because those who don't believe in justice don't deserve to wear the uniform."
Borsalino didn't have an answer back then. Zephyr had been right; Borsalino never cared about anything like that, so he'd never formed anything that he could consider to be a sense of justice. His words sparked something in Borsalino, forced a self-reflection that the young man wouldn't have been able to do on his own. He hadn't been able to answer at the time, but it wouldn't be long before the seed Zephyr planted began to sprout.
It wasn't something extreme enough to be considered "Absolute."
It wasn't something kind enough to be considered "Moral."
It was something that was so very...unclear to everyone around him.
It was his, the only thing that had ever truly been his, and it saw him through harrowing times where all else failed.
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glintmonkey · 2 years
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The man entered the bar with all the alertness and caution of a sedated raccoon, the length of his stride matched only by the lax pace at which he made them.  The new arrival gave the proprietress (or who he assumed was the proprietress, anyway) a carefree smile and a small wave of greeting.  “Oh well, thank you very much, miss.~”  He walked over to the counter and sat down, his tinted glasses glinting in the light of the tavern as he did so.  “I'll have a glass of whatever you’d recommend, Ms...?~”
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♡   —   ❝  a marine?  ❞     her voice came, eyebrows raised as she saw the lanky figure pas through the doors of her tavern.  pirates were her usual patrons, but marines tended to come through every so often, either looking for information, or taking a drinking break. this one, however, looked kind of important.    ❝  welcome to the tempests tavern  ❞    kizaru stumbles upon this lil pirates nest ~~~ @glintmonkey​ 
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glintmonkey · 2 years
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Past and Secret Drabbles
The fruit had just been sitting on the table, all yellow and shiny, with fun and goofy swirls all over it. What was a poor, innocent child like Borsalino to do if not eat something so interesting? But oh boy, was Zephyr-sensei mad! When he found out that terribly-tasting delicacy was no longer among the uneaten, he'd lined up all the students and and interrogated all of them at the top of his lungs.
Nobody spilled, of course, because nobody knew. Nobody but Borsalino, and Borsalino had always had a knack for letting Zephyr-sensei's harsh chastisements just roll right off of him. So he'd forced them to run ten laps around the entire base. That'd been so rough.~ But Borsalino didn't regret it; he'd learned a long time ago how important it was to get whatever scraps he could.
It wasn't long after that that Borsalino was caught anyway. He'd been passing by the firing range on his way to one of the drill yards when one of the would-be sharpshooters tripped. That man's rifle impacted with the floor in just the wrong way, setting the gun off. The bullet ricocheted off of a metal support beam and went straight through Borsalino's head. The fact that he was not only not dead, but also totally fine, was simply impossible to explain any other way.
What Borsalino remembers most about that incident, however, is not the moment where he realized he had been shot. It was a moment that came later, when he realized what had happened to him. In that instant of recognition, a wave of basic knowledge concerning what he now was and what he could do entered his thoughts. It was like an epiphany that someone else had shoved into his head.
It was the first time that the Devil Cursed by the Sea had whispered in his ear.
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glintmonkey · 2 years
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Send me a for a 💭  drabble where my muse reveals something about either their past or some of their secrets. 
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glintmonkey · 2 years
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reblog this to let all your mutuals know you're a-okay with them sending you memes, tagging you in random starters, replying to your open starters, hopping into your ims to plot, and just poking you and offering interactions at any time!!
If you see a mutual reblog this, consider it an open invitation to poke them! No need to worry about annoying them!! 💖
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glintmonkey · 2 years
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🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  random assortment of sentences that can but don’t have to be used for muses meeting each other for the first time. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )
❛  i know we only just met but i already feel like i’ve known you my whole life.  ❜ ❛  umm, is this seat taken ?  ❜ ❛  don’t be alarmed now but there’s someone following you. pretend you know me and come with me. i’ll get you somewhere safe.  ❜ ❛  my friends ditched me here and now i could really use a ride home.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think we’ve met yet but you looked like you needed someone to talk to.  ❜ ❛  can you please pretend to be my boyfriend / girlfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone ?   ❜ ❛  are you always this straightforward with strangers ?  ❜ ❛  here, i noticed you lost this earlier.  ❜ ❛  i’m sorry, i must’ve mistaken you for somebody else.  ❜ ❛  so, what brings you here today ?  ❜ ❛  hi, my name is [name]. it’s nice meeting you.  ❜ ❛  you’re cute. how about i buy you a drink ?  ❜ ❛  can’t you watch where you are going ?!  ❜ ❛  i just moved into the apartment next to you, so i guess we’re gonna be neighbors now.  ❜ ❛  oh god, you’re [name], aren’t you ?  ❜ ❛  here, let me help you.  ❜ ❛  is there a reasons you’re here on your own ?  ❜ ❛  apparently we’re going to be working on this together now.  ❜ ❛  you look like you could use a hand with that.  ❜ ❛  what do people around here do to have some fun ?  ❜ ❛  looks like this will take a while, huh ?  ❜ ❛  oh god. please tell me you haven’t just heard me talk to myself.  ❜ ❛  excuse me, i think i’m lost.  ❜ ❛  i just wanted to say that i really like your outfit.  ❜ ❛  do you come here often ?  ❜ ❛  do you mind if i join you for a bit ?  ❜ ❛  you looked lonely so i got you a drink.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think we’ve met, i’m [name].  ❜ ❛  what the hell just happened there ?  ❜ ❛  have you seen this anywhere ? i must’ve lost it.  ❜ ❛  can i please use your phone ? i have to call someone to get me out of here.  ❜ ❛  seems like we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together.  ❜ ❛  come with me, and don’t ask any questions. it’s urgent.  ❜ ❛  i heard strange noises coming from your apartment and just wanted to make sure everything is alright.  ❜ ❛  i have a spare ticket, you wanna come in with me ?  ❜ ❛  you don’t know me but will you be my date for tonight ?  ❜ ❛  we’ve got some time to kill so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself ?  ❜ ❛  i don’t usually just walk up to strangers but my friends set me up to it.  ❜ ❛  i think our orders may have gotten mixed up.  ❜ ❛  do i have something on my face or why do you keep looking at me like that ?  ❜
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glintmonkey · 2 years
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@summerxmelodies
Getting to the rank of admiral wasn’t easy.  Even if one managed the get their hands on an extremely powerful devil fruit, it was no guarantee that one would reach the admiralty, or even vice-admiralty.  It certainly helped, of course, but in the New World (where most of the creatures requiring an admirals attention dwelled), it was haki that reigned supreme.  Roger and Garp had proven that.  And the road to mastering haki was a very long one, even if one did have the aptitude for that particular gift.
This was no less true for Borsalino than it had been for anyone else.  It had taken him years to climb to his current position, and in that time, he had served on all sorts of ships surrounded by all sorts of people.  Some had been like Sakazuki, who’d burn the world to the ground if that was what it took to get rid of the filth.  Others had been like Kuzan, who’d rather only target the ones that had gone out of their way to hurt the innocent or threaten the world in some way.  A couple had even been like himself, those whose values didn’t quite fit with either extreme.
In the time that they had served together on the Valiant Thorn back in Kizaru’s Vice-Admiral days, Summers Warren had definitely come across more as someone who leaned more on the Sakazuki side of things.  He’d been pretty adamant in those ideals of his, of that “Perfect Justice” he sought.  Still, they’d gotten along reasonably well, at least on Borsalino’s end.  They never got in each other’s way, and they lent a hand to each other when needed, which was more than the Admiral could say for some of the shipmates he’d had in his career.
So when Warren had come to him asking if he’d spare a moment to meet the man’s daughter, well, how could Kizaru refuse?  Sure, it would’ve been absolutely absurd for a vice-admiral to waste an admiral’s time with something like that normally, but it was different for old shipmates, you know?~  When you survived the Grand Line on the same boat as someone else, it formed a...well, bond might be pushing it, but a connection, certainly.  It was the sort of thing where, even if you didn’t particularly like your crewmates, you’d still help ‘em out and do ‘em a favor here or there.  It wasn’t the sort of thing you really thought about; it was just what you did.
The yellow-coded Admiral was shaken from his rumination on the unspoken sailor’s code by a knock on his door.  Ah, that Summers; ever the punctual one.  Borsalino stood up from his desk and walked around the front of it as he said “Come on in; the door’s unlocked, you know?~”
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glintmonkey · 2 years
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What Color is Your Aura
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Thefted From: @mcmcntomorii
Tagging: @lamentedbirth, @solforger, @kazeoto, @cakeisland, @sparrowborn​, and anyone else who wants to give this a whirl.
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glintmonkey · 2 years
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Random Starter Call
I would like the chance to meet and RP with new people, Let this be your opportunity, come one come all! Drop a ❤️ in my inbox for a random Starter!
(Additionally add a ✏️ if you would like to plot 👌)
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