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Question for the stars: one

Tiring. Everything was fucking tiring. All Evelyn did was sleep- her routine of being unconscious only being broken up by a bit of eating and drinking. And She wasn´t even the one who did it on her own...Eve always got woken up. Either Bucciarati, Abbacchio or hell, Giorno. The blonde cared more about her than she did about herself---Or about him in general. It was kind of cute. Sometimes, she was just lying there, pretending to be asleep- Evelyn didn´t want to face them in the first place- Why? The girl wanted to be away from this place and yet..She was stuck. Well, stuck in luxury and people who cared about her-There was worse. It wasn´t like she didn´t want to talk to them..But the guilt was eating away at her.

How could she hurt her second family like that?

Hell, not even second family. The only family left. As much as Evelyn loved to deny it, there was no one else. Her biological family was nothing but ruins now.

And how ungrateful was she, actually? Was there no limit to her ego?

Those people cared.

And she couldn´t even do them the favor of telling everyone what was going on in the first place.

She could feel Buciarati´s patience come to an end in those moments, where she pretended to sleep. They talked to her, sometimes.

Giorno wanted his "older sister" back. Bucciarati just wanted to know what was going on. Older sister...Evelyn scoffed. It was cringy, but the fact that the young Boss of Passione didn´t feel any sort of love from his family before (something he desperately yearned for- being clear as day) was incredibly depressing. They all kind of slid into their roles- not that anyone minded. In this world, they only had each other, and no matter how hard it got...No one gave up (well besides Fugo leaving that one time, but no one really held it against him). They didn´t leave each other behind. Playing those roles was a small price ot pay, if at all. It felt natural after a while.

They repeated those questions often. Hoping for an answer if they said it just enough times...? But met with silence, the two usually gave up after about twenty minutes. "ugh..", alone in the room, Eve sat up. It was dark outside. She felt disoriented, thirsty, trapped. The darkness was closing in, it got hard to breathe.

"ah..Shit..", no no. This wasn´t it. Fight through it...You have to do them at least this favor. Tell them what´s going on...With you. Let them help--They want to do this for you. Stop torturing them..

If her stand could speak, would it say things like this?

Funny question.

Her bony hand blindly reached for the lightswitch, slapping the wall two, three times. The noise bouncing around in the room. Click. Finally. Light flooded through the funitured space, chasing the darkness away.

Evelyn was allowed to breathe in again.

She shielded her eyes from the lamp. Even though light was good, this was too much.

After a couple of seconds and a lot of blinking, Evelyn could finally stretch out...And hear her bones crack. Sometimes she wondered if she was made out of glowsticks- they were able to crack horrendously loud and it never really stopped.

Soon, feet hit the cold marble floor in the estate they were living in. She didn´t make the effort to tiptoe around anymore. They wanted to know she was awake so might as well announce it.

Hell, why not?

And honestly, who tiptoed around in their own living space? She payed for her room, for gods sake.

Living room. Next destination, living room. The standuser told herself.

Slowly but surely, Evelyn got closer.

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>>Narancia?! Mista. Goddamnit, go to sleep already!<<, Fugo.

Fugo and his funny little sleep schedule. If you could even call it that, the teenager rarely slept. Always kept awake through work or his own regrets, troubles or whatever was plaguing his mind at the minute. Fugo, the brilliant strategist, too smart for his own good. Fugo, the right hand of Bucciarati. Fugo, who always seemed to hold onto logic, no matter how bad it got or no matter how he felt. It seemed...suffocating at times.

Fugo, who was strong enough on his own. Fugo, who was strong enough to make decisions and not let himself get pulled into shenanigans. Like betrayal. perhaps.

Fugo, the one who left, the one who Eve was glad to know he had. It would be terrible if anything happened to him at that time.

Fugo, the one who was probably next in line to be come Capo.

And lastly, Fugo who always seemed to hold onto his mistakes, even if others forgave him. The definition of an overthinker.

But still a friend who she could rely on. No matter how annoying she got or how annoyed he was of her. Someone she could trust.

She didn´t want to lose him.

>> Evelyn...I didn´t know you were awake. I... <<

#Pannacotta Fugo #OC #OC fic #Vento Aureo #Jojos Bizarre Adventure #jjba 5 #Bruno Bucciarati #Bruno Buccellati #Leone Abbachio #Narancia Ghirga #Guido Mista #Giorno Giovanna

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Questions for the stars: masterlist

a fic revolving aroung my jjba OC (vento aureo), Evelyn Greathouse.

It´s going to be set in an Everyone-Lives Universe because I can´t handle my favorite Characters being dead

Beginnings Zero Bucciarati One Fugo Two Narancia Three Abbaccio Four Pesca ???

@saltypopcornsstuff @carbongod thanks for letting me use your OCs lmao

#masterlist #oc fic #jjba 5 #vento aureo #Bucciarati #Buccellati #Fugo Pannacotta #Narancia Ghirga #Abbacchio Leone #Giorno Giovanna #Other OCs #Guido Mista

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Questions for the stars: Bucciarati

He was confused.

She was aware of that, at least. Evelyn had never made it a habit of reading people, but this was..so blatantly obvious. She heard that Bucciarati was more used to recruiting people than simply having them assigned to him- which was already odd to begin with. “so…Evelyn Greathouse, right?”, he finally managed to strike up a sentence, starting a conversation she didn´t want. “..yes.”, a nod, accompanying these words. “I..uh, well. I´m working here from now on..nice to meet you?”, the way the men were looking at her were making her self-conscious of every word. The table fell silent after that, again. It was unbearable, but better than having to answer unnessessary questions or listen to accusations (she still feared those. Bucciarati knew, she was sure of that. But did the others know?). “Evelyn…you said it yourself, but I´m going to say it again: You´re working here from now on. That means that you´re going to go on missions…Collecting protection money and protecting the citizens in our territory. We recieve every command from Polpo, one of the Capos.”, not the one she met. That sentence drew out an eyebrow raise from Abbacchio. Of course it did. She figured out that meeting Polpo had to be some sort of routine, or at least some people had met him. “...so they just come here and have their requests listened to and dealt with?” “exactly.” She supressed the urge to roll her eyes. Protecting them from who exactly? the mafia itself? Well, what a great job. “uh…Do I have to kill people or something…?” Bucciarati´s eyes darkened. “You´ll have to, if you can´t find a way to avoid it. We usually keep the enemies alive for further questioning, but there is no telling of what might happen. It´s that way with stand users.” Once the last two words slipped from his mouth, the rest of his team was on high-alert as well.

[10:11]the fact that Bucciarati even spoke about it meant that Evelyn also had an ability. And that really didn´t play into her cards- they didn´t trust her in the first place, now they were distrusting her even more. “and…you´ll get to go on your first mission right now. Me and Abbacchio are going, and you´re going to watch, actually.”, so, he was testing her. Great. But at least he never really let her fall into the cold water, just like that. Something to be grateful about. Evelyn guessed that there weren´t a lot of possibilities to do so.

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This was the most violent fight she´d seen in real life. When blood was splattering in movies, Evelyn never flinched. But when she watched Abbaccio punch the living daylight out of someone...That was real. When she felt the warm, wet splash of blood on her face, she realized. This was not a joke. And this was going to be her life for the rest of time. Well, until she was shot, or something. Goodbye, peaceful death on a soft bed, surrounded by pillows to sink into the afterlife. Goodbye, cats and a partner to live with, peacefully: Goodbye, good life and a dreamjob. Goodbye, college. this was the harsh reality she´d live with. Evelyn wanted to live. but was this the way she wanted to spend her life? "are you okay?", Bruno kneeled down, getting onto eyelevel (she was 158cm, so much shorter than him), pulling out a pack of tissues, giving her one. "er...yeah.", as she wiped her face, Abbacchio scoffed. "Are you sure she´s going to be useful? Look at her. She´s frozen up like a deer in the headlights." Evelyn rolled her eyes, wiping her face. "Well, so sorry for freezing up. And not being used to violence since I didn´t really decide to live like a damn Punk like you."

"you little-"

"Abbacchio!", Bruno had to stop him from slapping her.

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the mission went well, Evelyn saw a lot. She noted down a lot of details in a fight, and Bruno had trained her through the weeks as well. But..she..seemed weak. even after some time, he didn´t know what she could actually do with her stand.

Like she wasn´t made for fighting- He knew she had potential, but hell...She just didn´t want to use it, it seemed.

Evelyn was intelligent, but here, it just dissapearede. She acted more like a bratty child who had about one and a half braincells.

It was hard.

And she disliked him, never acted upon orders...Not even repercussions could help.

He was..quite stressed. In the end, he kind of gave up. So did anybody else. Mista and Narancia had taken a liking to her, sure. She was fun to be around, an extrovert but..Not really useful.

Bucciarati pitied her, knowing what happened. That explained everything.

Their relationship was pretty strained, to say the very least.

He didn´t save her, he couldn´t and he never would.

While she got to live with the fact that everything she wanted would be gone now, no hope in sight. Watching Bucciarati try and help other people only made it sting so much more.

#oc #bruno buccellati #jjba 5 #bruno bucciarati #jjba fanfic

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This started with me wanting to draw Mista and snowballed into all of this.

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Questions for the stars: Zero.

Set in JJBA Part 5 __________________Spoiler warning___________________ a..fanfic? centering around my OC, Evelyn Greathouse, in an everyone lives AU.

TW: Mentioning of Suicide

Another day dipped into melancholy. Another day of sitting on her chair, staring at the file Marco gave her at her request. He didn´t want to- but after seeing just who it was about, he gave in. Marco was a pretty nice cop, Eve had to admit. The file was staring at her, despite it being neatly placed on her table. "...I wonder what you felt, mom.", it was a question that had plagued her, the last few days. The way the soman died was cruel. Since Gabriel and her met up and had a little..talk it just wouldn´t leave her brain. "I was just beginning to feel at home here...", and now she couldn´t live with the thought of spending her life as a tool here, in Passione.

"This mansion is fucking huge!", Narancia and Mista were the ones most ecstatic about it, Eve noticed. She was. too, but not that much. Not to the point of immediately trying to enter and then trying to choose a room- Evelyn wasn´t really comfortable with leaving her home and in her eyes, leaving a safespace she so carefully crafted, that took so much work...But the group had to listen to the Don´s request. And at the end of the day, managing the group would be easier like this. Giorno didn´t quite show it (aside from a stronger glow in his eyes) but he was happy. She knew. Even if the teenager was good at hiding his reactions, this was...well, the first time she really saw him smile. Genuinly, not just because he got what he wanted in the end or out of relief. She got the largest room (or she wouldn´t have budged, she needed that stuff to work- a lot of work meant a lot of paper and that also meant a lot of space.

To die for a dream that wasn´t hers. To do exactly what the Capo that was responsible for all this told her to do. Not even her death would be her own. The urge to run away was so much stronger now. Despite Giorno warning her not to side with anyone else.. "He probably doesn´t know..If he did, it would be cruel to expect me to stay.", She held onto that thought, that her new boss didn´t. It was conforting in a way- there was always the underlying fear that he´d use that to manipulate her, like he manipulated other people. He did everything to get closer to his "golden Dream", as Bucciarati called it. ...Evelyn´s eyebrows furrowed. Did Bucciarati know? There was always a possibility, but... He didn´t involve himself into other people´s business unless it was about recruiting them. He hadn´t recruited her. She felt the need to simply barge into Giorno´s office and explaining that she´d take leave now. Would he understand? Probably not. He would do everything to reach his dream. Even if it meant sacrificing people´s happiness. "I´m sorry...I don´t have enough resolve to see it through." It wasn´t even her dream. And working for the people who killed her mother...Besides, that man was still dillydallying around, happily. With no consequences. If she would kill him right here, right now, she´d still suffer them. And it would be the easy way out for him, as well. "what do I do now..?" Live, struggling with a guilty conscience, saved up anger, or leave? Even if she killed him, the anger wouldn´t leave. "I´ll always stay like this.", always upset, always frustrated, always feeling guilty and always feeling like she had something to make up for. Which she had, considering the facts.

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The attack was truly beautiful. Little blades, spread out like cherry blossoms. "You won´t escape this one." Evelyn could. She clearly could. Just jump up, and she would be out, safely. Instead her eyes widened. :"Evelyn!":, she didn´t know who it was. Probably Abbacchio. Or Bucciarati, those two were the only ones fighting together with her. A remnant of Ouroboros, their enemy organization, they´d defeated. He was nothing big, just a big glob filled with rage, hatred and greed. He had tried to bring back drugs into Napoli, despite Giorno banning them all (that ban had been active for about a month now). If anything was a problem with their enemy, it was the amount of control he had on his stand, not the power. Plus, the range as well. But he wasn´t troubling- not after everything the gang went through together. Or both? She wasn´t paying attention. The cherry blossoms looked beautiful as they were reflecting the light. "I won´t side with anyone else, Giorno.", a mere whisper, before she opened up her arms and simply let herself fall, feeling the blades picking and ripping away at her. It was beautiful. To be able to see this before she´d die. If she could, Evelyn would have opened her mouth to say something. She didn´t. Her body simply hit the floor. Fulfilling the only wish she had left. To make her death truly hers. to decide how she´d depart from this world.

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But she never did. the moment she opened her eyes, pain shot through her entire body. Someone blonde was kneeling above her. "Eve? Eve!", her vision was still blurry. The pain made her pass out- it was simply too overwhelming. The next time she woke up, she found herself on her bed. In the mansion. "what were you doing!?", well, Bucciarati was incredibly upset with her. Giorno looked paler than usual. Was he trembling? It looked like it. "...why..?",it came out as a whisper, more than anything. "You were the one insisting that everyone had their right to die however they wanted. But now I´m here. Riddle me that, Bucciarati." "I ASKED YOU WHY!". Seeing Giorno yell was rare, but it happened. And it did, right now. "Why not?", that answer irritated him more, Eve saw. "Why would I want to stay here?" Giorno looked directly her eyes, searching for an answer. "see that file on the desk?", Evelyn continued. "well, get it.", the Blonde stood up, eyes widening for a mere second at what he was seeing. "that´s your-", Evelyn just nodded. "it is. Now. Tell my why I should stay here, and what my way out it." There was none. Bucciarati looked to the side, Giorno´s eyes were glued to the file. The emeralds that were usually glowing, suddenly had gone dark. Really, really dark. They knew there was no way out. Evelyn groaned, in an attempt to turn. "you guys are cruel, really... Guess I´ll stay here for a while.". With the gang. Giorno would probably make sure she wouldn´t be able to stay alone for a while on missions. Not when she´d pull something like this out of the blue. The door creaked, a few other heads peeked in, probably alerted by Giorno´s enraged scream earlier. "she´s okay, as far as I can tell...", Abbacchio simply turned away and left, a rather grim look on his face. Narancia looked as if he´d been crying and Mista was frustrated to say the very least. Pesca had a look on her face she couldn´t quite decipher. A mix of sadness, anger and confusion, probaly. Gabriella was the first to storm in, crying. Eve was pulled into a firm hug, furrowing her eyes at the slight pain. The next thing was a string of questions, apologies and what not. It made her want to run away from the situation. This was way more awkward. Evelyn was supposed to play the headstrong and resilient older sister, yet she was here. The concern for her was cute, though. She felt sorry for the girl- She was the last person Eve wanted to hurt. Finally, she managed to save up enought strength to return the hug, mumble a small apology.

#jjba fanfic #jjba 5 #golden wind #oc

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Questions for the stars.

Set in JJBA part 5, everyone lives AU. Spoiler warning.

The stars looked beautiful tonight. Her steps were the only noise in the sleeping Napoli- it was late after all. And cold. She felt her fingers starting to hurt, moving them was getting harder. That´s what I get for smoking outside, she thought. But smoking inside really wasn´t an option (unless she wanted that smell to cling to every possible thing in the room, from clothes to furniture to walls, it would seep in everywhere).

Evelyn liked walks outside. Alone with her thoughts and the stars. The sky was clear today. The girl came to a halt as she raised her head, looking at the sky above. So many stars, the lights illuminating the neverending black matter above her. There were so many of them...And many of them already dead. Another world left to be unexplored.

So many stars. Like the people here. People Giorno intended to save, to make the city better.

"Do you never get overwhelmed, Boss?", the question was only heard by the starry nightsky, only silence answering her question.

Giorno was strong, that was a fact. But even he got overwhelmed. He probably thought nobody would notice, putting up a strong facade in front of everybody, but the signs were obvious. Or maybe her ability to read people was just that good- since it seemed to work. Or nobody wanted to speak up on it, not intending to trouble the young boss. It had only been a few months since Passione was run by him, after all.

"How strange, to follow an organization like this...Especially since people doubt him...Hell, even I do.", she hadn´t sworn her loyalty to the organization and didn´t plan on doing so, yet Evelyn still followed him. Was it because she liked her team or was she intrigued by Giovanna? Was it both? Sometimes her own decisions seemed strange, even if Evelyn was the one to follow through with them, in the end.

"Whether or not Giorno is overwhelmed, he has people to rely on, he has us.", another silence left unanswered. She took a short puff on her cigarette. They were family now...

She didn´t like that.

She didn´t belong.

In the eyes of the others, she still did, though. But a part in Evelyn was still resisting, didn´t want to be kept a prisoner. Sometimes she was jealous of Trish, who seemed to walk through life way more confident than she could, get along and still not be a true part of Passione (Bucciarati was against it- saying she deserved a truly normal life, away from crime, death and drugs).

There was just too much history between her and the organization. Where was her chance of a normal life?

"In the end, I´ll stay.", that was for sure. Whether Evelyn liked it or not, she would support Giorno, support her team to the bitter end they´d meet, for sure. In this life, there was no happy ending.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo part 5 #OC #Giorno Giovanna #Bruno Bucciarati #Leone Abbacchio #narancia ghirga #guido mista #trish una #fugo pannacotta

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What good are your happy ideals if you can't do anything to make them a reality?

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I made a visual novel game with @/winkblue(ao3) about Abbacchio and Mista solving a murder in a small town motel. If this sounds interesting, please check it out on itchio! The game is still in progress and has a lot more content up ahead.

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have the result of five minutes of my time

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leone ❤

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lesbian velma is canon (+ more of her being a disaster gay)

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"So do you now see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life."

#Fahrenheit 451 #Faber #Montag #Guy Montag #books #classic #Quotes #bookquote

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"Er kämpft gegen Maschinen und Monster, und davon abgesehen, kämpft er auch gar nicht wirklich. Er repariert etwas, das kaputtgegangen ist." -Joe Spork, Der Goldene Schwarm

#nick harkaway #roman #buch #zitat #joe #spork #der goldene schwarm #angelmaker

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"Shem Shem Tsien ist perfekt. Es kommt aus seinen Füßen, da ist sie sich ziemlich sicher. Seine Füße tragen ihn immer genau dort hin, wohin er will und wo er auf keinen Fall erwünscht ist. Er erwischt dich an deinem Schwachpunkt, deinem verwundeten Bein, deinem blau geschlagenen Auge. Er ist geschmeidig und stark, aber es sind nicht Arm und Schulter, die seine Klinge antreiben, sondern seine Hacken & Hüften. Er bewegt sich durch die Schlacht wie das Schiffchen über den Webstuhl, verwebt Fäden menschlicher Auflösung." -Edie Banister, Der Goldene Schwarm

#Der Goldene Schwarm #Nick Harkaway #Edie #Banister #Roman #Buch #Zitat

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Have you gotten sooo attached to a mutual or are you normal

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Alicia´s Character file no.2

Constance Jelavic, the (more or less) famed bounty huntress:

One of the few semi-known characters Ludenberg created, she is estimated to be around 22 years of age... At first glance, it is more than a challenge for someone to see why exactly she is this fierce and dangerous- described to be moving as fast as a bullet o the battle field:

She is the same height as Alicia- Reason for that being that the young woman just does a shit job in fighting with prosthetics, as demonstrated by Echo. Alicia herself can but prefers not to fight or just relies very heavily on her devil fruit, a flaw that needs to be worked on once she gets the time and a safe space to do so. But Constance is known to be incredibly fast, nimble and assasin-like- attacking in a flash and dissapering only seconds after. It´s probably not hard to see that the Character was inspired by a lot of Assassins that Alicia has met while reading her beloved books. As always, this Characters eyes are yellow- but everyone who met her describe them as piercing yellow and almost looking like Mihawks eyes.. The wish version. Duh. She would have to work a looooot more to achieve even the slightest bit of aura that he omits on the daily. However, with her acting skills and carefully choosing the location to hunt, she can be terrefying as well.

As cliché as it is: She has long black hair- reaching her hips. Also, bangs cover her forehead all the time. you can really tell this is one edgy character a younger version of Alicia has created.. Everytime she thinks about it a wave of cringe washes over her- but now that Constance is known for this she can´t change it. However.. Her hair is usually kept in a bun. The reason being that it shouldn´t get in her way. However.. sometimes that´s just not enough and the hairstyle usually gets messed up if not destroyed completely. Only adding to the edginess of the character. I mean, long black haired assassin fighting in the night? Yeah..

Constance doesn´t really stand out from the crowd- being a professional, cold and practical person (and incredibly greedy & egotistical & merciless as well) she lets this trait show in her sense of fashion... If you can even call it that, since her to-go outfit is pretty plain (she just has a bad sense of fashion.): A dark grey turtleneck as well as white pants and brown boots- pretty similar to the ones Echo has (just without the heels. For practical reasons). She secretly made it a challenge for herself to not get dirt / blood onto the pants (with them being white, probably better to do so) while fighting if nessessary.

With this one.. The gap between reality and rumors could not be wider:

While Constance is known to be unapologetic and ruthless, one of her traits apparently is to brutalize her victims to a point of almost beyond recognition. The marines only ever recieved lifeless bodies from her, they say. However.. Thats just an illusion that will get crashed the moment you watch her work. Alicia is someone who values human life. Even while acting. She does not ever break them- even if she plays her roles, she will still be the one responsible for their actions... So what does she do to earn such a reputation? easy. She searches for a bar- of course, needs to have criminals in it- waits for them to get drunk- and sends one random DF generated figure in to create some chaos. And in most cases a ffight breaks out. This is the part where the victims usually brutally fight against each other and beat themselves up. Here, she gets her figure out safely and waits- if a victor emerges (probably beaten up) this is her cue to attack. Usually she uses her poisoned sword so they will be unable to move (cue the lifeless bodies part. For the mutilation? That´s a rumor blown out of proportion. Although she has to admit that sometimes they are just that brutal to each other). If not it´s only a job of securing and dragging bodies- She usuallly takes her sea prism stone chain with her which lies around until this part.

this is one of the characters where the devil fruit is off limits at all times, even if its a very dangerous situation. It was created while Alicia had little to no control over her fruit and was only made for financial security. Although she says that it´s probably a good thinng that she isn´t allowed to use the DF (training, eh?) it´s still a huge risk- especially if she fights against another devil fruit user or someone who uses haki.

#one piece rp #one piece oc #one piece #oc #oc rpg #rp #own oc #concept