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// I did it. I finally finished all my drafts! They'll be posted in the following week.

In the meantime: Catch me on discord

#mun talks #look it's me! - ooc #//We don't talk about asks though #//but yay #//finally finished with my drafts #//now it's time for Dragons Dogma 2

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While a ship rarely gave proper space for privacy, it would be vital in Hibaris training that she they had some kind of peace and quiet. At least for the beginning. So he had instructed his crew to avoid the area underneath the palm trees for a while, the exact spot he had chosen for the training of the young marine.

Her excitment upon his arrival was endearing to say the least. "Course I did. I offered to train you after all didn't I?" His smile mirrored hers and he gestured to a spot underneath one of the palm trees with the bo staff he had brought. "Sit down with me for a moment."

The staff was set to the side as he sat down cross-legged across from her. "First things first: I assume you know the basics of observation haki in theory, right?" It would make sense to him if she did. "Second: Did anyone ever attempt to teach you before?" It would give him some basic knowledge on where to start. If it would be at complete zero or if they would be able to maybe skip a few steps.

The commander gives a nod of determination, her smile remaining. She was excited to start, but tomorrow afternoon would work best for her as well. She had not yet slept following the day's events, after all - and she had a feeling she would need it.

Hibari would arrive promptly to the designated meeting area the next day, as well-rested as could be with all of the things on her mind. She couldn't stop thinking about what this training might entail. Techniques passed down from one of the most famous and skilled crews in the world... She felt honoured - as well as a little dumbfounded. This certainly wasn't a position she thought she'd find herself in when this alliance was first formed.

When her teacher finally arrives, her face lights up and she waves. "Captain! Ya really came!" She greets, her smile bright as she hurries over to meet him. Part of her had been a little worried that he might have changed his mind, but she was glad that didn't seem to be the case.

#rcmancedawn #character interaction: Hibari #piracy is no game - akagami no shanks #verse: The Red Heart Whipping Flower Alliance

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Struck a nerve with his words didn't he? Not that he would judge the other for it. He knew perfectly well how it felt to loose what you hold most dear, even if his own circumstances were much different than Kids right now. It may have been over twenty years, but Shanks would never forget how the crowd cheered, how they celebrated as the man who had been like a father for him got executed in public.

The youngers crew had clearly cared about him and Shanks had no doubt that the feeling was mutual. No crew would beg for their captains life like that if they didn't care. And they wouldn't care if he didn't either. After all: Why should the crew fight for the captain if said captain wasn't willing to do the same for them? Shanks himself would lay down his own life to ensure the safety of those he cared about and he knew they would do the same. It was one of the reasons why the marines feared them. They had each others back no matter what. There was blind trust among them and they were perfectly balanced in their powers.

The smile leaves his face and he places himself onto one of the rolling chairs of the infirmary, crossing one leg over the other and appearing nonchalant about the current situation. He knows exactly what Kid will sense. The signatures of Shanks' own crew, with his own being the strongest despite his haki lying dormant for now. The other two Kid pirates were down in the brig, weak but alive and guarded by Gab and Building Snake. He didn't need the two of them trying to stir up shit in their search for their defeated captain and first mate.

The next question has him shaking his head. "No. I didn't." Or at least he hadn't planned it. "I retaliated accordingly, everything afterwards is another matter entirely." At least for him. Kids intent had been clear, he had seen what damage his attack would have done if he hadn't intervened in time. The younger was a dangerous man and maybe Shanks should've just tossed him back into the ocean, along with the remaining crewmates, but he didn't. There was something about the other he couldn't exactly pinpoint yet and what had also caught his interest.

"You should've been dead, but you aren't. The sea spit you back out and I think she did so for a specific reason, even if I don't know why exactly." Shanks was a firm believer in the younger generation of pirates, but he also had no qualms in knocking them back when they became to cocky. Nevermind that he was extremely biased and there was only one crew he wanted to see succeed.

"I have an offer for you: If you're willing to listen that is. If afterwards you still rather wish for death, well then I'm not going to deny you. But know that your remaining crewmates will share the same fate."

Shanks has the nerve to smile at him. It's cold as ice, and there's no humor in it, yet it only serves to kindle the rage inside of him. Smug bastard, looking down on him. Just like the others had, from the time they were all kids just trying to stay alive. The damned holdovers from an age that needed to end, older and stronger, seeing his generation as a bunch of wet-behind-the-ears whelps playing around for their amusement.

The Emperor's words cut through his musings like a knife. Just... them? He closes his eyes, reaching out with his senses. Shanks hadn't cuffed him, neither had Kaido that first time. Somehow it was even more humiliating, knowing that neither considered him enough of a threat to reign in his powers. But he didn't care about that now.

He can't sense anything he knows beyond their room. There's no sign of the Victoria's familiar signature. What the hell happened? The last thing he remembers is Shanks suddenly appearing in his vision. And then he woke up here. He spits out a string of curses, a calloused hand rising to his face. There hadn't even been a battle, had there? Even when Kaido had appeared at his fortress, they'd been able to fight, though it had been a lost cause from the start. They'd had the chance to try and do something.

Of course they'd begged for his life. They would, every time, even when they knew how much it pissed him off. For all his blustering about strength, about how those who couldn't stand on their own two feet didn't deserve to sail these waters, he'd never hesitate to defend his own crewmates. To stand up for them if anyone so much as looked at them the wrong way. But he'd never been able to accept the same. Why? He knew he wasn't invincible. No one was. But he'd decided to shoulder a burden that he refused to share even with Killer. To win, or die trying. In his mind, those were the only two options, and the idea that he could challenge a man of Shanks' status, fail so spectacularly, and still live was a consequence he hadn't prepared for.

"We all knew th' risk. But..." He feels hot tears pricking the edges of his eyes. Damn it. But it wasn't supposed to turn out like this. If it had just been him, then the answer would be easy. What point would there be in following this dream without those who had been by his side from the start? But it wasn't just him. Killer lets out a shaky laugh behind him, because there's nothing else he can do. Because he ate that damn fruit hoping to save Kid. And somewhere beyond these walls, Heat and Wire are being kept, the stalwart pair who followed him whether it was hell or high water. It had been the four of them at the beginning, and it was the four of them now.

He could stay true to his statement, accept death as punishment for his failure. Where would that leave them, then? The ones who were left, who wanted him to live on? And, as Shanks stated, how the hell would dying honor the memory of his crew? He wasn't about to let anything else happen to those who remained. Had they simply washed ashore, then maybe... maybe they could find a way to move forward. But they were here instead, at the mercy of the man they'd tried to kill. What the hell did he want? Why had he saved them? He slumps back against Killer, broad shoulders drooping.

"Sae what now, Emperor? Are ye sayin' ye honored their plea?" He gazes down at the twin scars cutting across his arm, fingers curling into a fist. "Yer gyan tae let us live, jus' like that?"

#a musing mixologist #piracy is no game - akagami no shanks #long post

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// Am I about to write a GoT verse for Shanks, just so I can send a very specific prompt to @lcdywclf?

Absolutely yes.

#mun talks #look it's me! - ooc #//I JUST HAVE TO CAUSE THE PROMPT IS PERFECT #//Pirates are a thing in GoT so things should be easy #//Right? RIGHT???

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🌺 send this to blogs you think are wonderful 🌺

Random positivity Always Accepting @wormholxtreme

// MADDIE!

This goes right back at you obviously <3

Love your blog and your muses and you c:

More shenanigans between Tony and Happy when? Nevermind that Happy clearly deserves a raise in payment, for putting up with Tonys bs for so long.

#answered ask #mun talks #look it's me! - ooc #wormholxtreme #positivity for Akki

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Jaime Lannister Week | DAY SEVEN | Free Choice: The Golden Knight

#I am alive and drunk on sunlight - Jaime Lannister #//I know he's only a request muse but !!!!!!!!!!!1 #//Can't wait to try and write him tbh #//especially him and Cersei together in some verses 👀

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"Touchy subject eh? What's the matter? Did a floral carpet beat you once already?"

"You really wanna loose your other arm too, rookie?" He didn't mention no weapons, don't test him.

"I'll show you someone getting strangled without problems!"

"You, me, no Devil Fruits and no goddamn Haki, we beat the shit outta each other like civilized pirates!"

#a musing mixologist #piracy is no game - akagami no shanks #everyday we stray further from god - crack #//THE UTTER DISRESPECT #//I am so sorry for him #//he does deserve to get punched in the face for being a smug asshole tbh #//not even bothering to call Kid by his name....

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//In honor of me being nearly done with all drafts:

Enjoy some puppy pics of Bailey.

Bonus: him and Lucy being dorks

#mun talks #look it's me! - ooc #dog tw #Bailey bailey bailey #//he was such a cute puppy

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"Guess that explains the smell. Was wondering about that already." His lips quirk in amusement at the carpet comment. "Sure. Was quiet a vicious one too. Would have strangled you without problems."

"Copycat? I got these from taking out a monster. They're a trophy. What did you do, battle a floral carpet to the death?

#a musing mixologist #piracy is no game - akagami no shanks #everyday we stray further from god - crack #//Orange cat coded #//both of them

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"Look at that. The little copy cat is having an opinion. How original. Want me to lend you some, so you continue on that path?"

"Who has the ugliest pants in all the seas and why is it Shanks."

#a musing mixologist #piracy is no game - akagami no shanks #everyday we stray further from god - crack #//CANT BELIEVE YOU LURE ME OUT OF MY DRAFTS LIKE THAT #//SHAME ON YOU #//AND KID

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♦️ + reverse for Hibari :) (the alliance bad ending-)

Send ♦ for a drabble of my muse dying in your muse’s arms. Reverse for your muse dying in the arms of mine Selective Accepting (Mutuals only) @rcmancedawn

The metallic taste of blood was a familiar one and he had to squint his eyes as he made his way through the battlefield. His senses filled with the smell of fire, ash and blood, ears ringing with the sounds of screams, wounded and dying alike. The smoke was getting thicker and he had to rely on his haki to guide him. Blood was dripping into his left eye, obscurring his bad vision on this side even more.

Their alliance had failed, the raid had gone horribly wrong. Shanks didn't know how or since when, but Blackbeard had known they would be coming, had known that he would be involved and he had expected them. The fight had taken a toll on all of them, but winning wasn't possible, so he had given the order to retreat. Together with those members they had been able to free. Not everyone had made it, some long dead before the alliance had even reached Hachinosu, just like old Garp.

The emperor remembered the promise he had given the surgeon of death, to get the mans crew out of there no matter what, even if it meant that Trafalgar would sacrifice himself in the process. And sacrifices had been made. It was only thanks to the younger captain they would make it off the island without further losses, or so he thought at least.

His haki alerts him to a familiar presence and his head whips to the side as the smoke clears, a familiar mop of blonde hair waving at him, hurrying towards his side as if to assist him on his way back to the Red Force.

The whirring sound of a bullet is all the warning he hears and he's to slow, to exhausted to react properly, but the bullet wasn't meant for him. It flies past his ear, only slightly grazing his cheek, and going right through the young sniper. Shanks is sure that the shock on his face easily mirrors Hibaris own and he's at her side, catching her before she can crumble to the ground, his own pain and wounds forgotten for now.

Shanks is no doctor, but even he knows that there is nothing they could do. This hadn't been meant to injure, it had meant to kill and it had succeeded. Scared blue eyes are looking up at him, as if he could do something, anything about it. Trafalgar might have been able too, but the surgeon was most likely dead as well. Seas he had failed both of them spectacular hadn't he? On my crew we watch each others backs, and that includes you and Trafalgar. He remembers saying these words to her, assuring her that he would watch out for her.

He had known about her plans to join the Heart pirates once the alliance was over, supported it even, knowing that the Heart captain had grown fond of her, just like he himself had. He doesn't even know how it happened, but he had started to view her as the daughter he didn't have. A sentiment she seemed to have shared and he remembers her embarrassement when she had called him dad by accident for the first time.

Her mouth is moving, but he can't decipher what she's saiyng. Is he even answering? He isn't sure, doesn't register the things that are happening around him, only the ever slowing heartbeat of the young woman dying in his arm.

His vision becomes blurry with tears and blood and his haki becomes fully unrestrained once more, lashing out at anyone in close vicinity, as if to give them a moment for themselves one last time. The familiar feeling of a pair of hands gripping his shoulders is what breaks him out of his trance, out of his shock. Blinking heavily he recognizes Benn, his vice captain telling him something he didn't hear or register.

The next moments are a blur and he's shaking badly as he stands at the railing of the Red Force, watching how Hachinosu grew smaller and smaller on the horizon, the island left in shambles, fire and blood.

His throat constricts as he thinks about the losses they had suffered today. Hibaris body had been taken back onboard as well, the emperor refusing to leave her on this wretched island. The surgeon and himself had metaphorically ripped the mantle of justice off her shoulders, lured her into piracy with the promises of freedom and a way to achieve her dream. And what had it brought her? Nothing but death.

She had been young and so full of hope. The bracelet she had gifted him and which was wrapped around Gryphons hilt felt like it was mocking him now. It's a good luck charm, captain. Something to remember the alliance by when it's over. He remembers the words written on the little card that had come with this gift.

Closing his eyes he takes a deep breath. Hibari had deserved better, so much better. And he knew he wouldn't be the only one grieving. It was no secret that he didn't hold any symphathy towards the current fleet admiral, but even a man like Akainu deserved to know about the death of his daughter. A daughter Shanks had also seen as his, even if she wasn't by blood.

The emperor doesn't even notice that he's crying once more, until the first tear drops down onto his hand and he's mourning the death of a promising young woman by the name of Hibari.

#answered ask #rcmancedawn #character interaction: Hibari #piracy is no game - akagami no shanks #verse: The Red Heart Whipping Flower Alliance #//this got so long I had to put it under read more #//I cried while writing this

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I was born a Tully and wed to a Stark. I do not frighten easily.

#LCDYWCLF. an independent portrayal of CATELYN STARK from a song of ice and fire. canon divergent with multiple verses as told by gin.

( sideblog to @alyafae )

On my honor as a Tully, on my honor as a Stark.

#promo #//always promoting Gins brand #//you should know it by now #//I see Gins promo and I reblog immediately

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You are a lion my son, you mustn’t be afraid. For one day all the beasts will bow to you. You will be king. All the stags will bow, all the wolves will bow, the bears in the North and the foxes of the South, all the birds in the sky and the beasts in the sea. They will all come to you little lion, to rest a crown upon your head.

#The gods know no mercy - Cersei Lannister #I am alive and drunk on sunlight - Jaime Lannister #Hear me Roar - House Lannister

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♦ reverse obviously, cause I need Shanks dying in Theas arms. Thanks for the pain c:

( from here. - accepting - for @ravarui' shanks because we love pain. )

This was her fault.

She'd been too slow, too worn down from sleepless nights and the cold, suffocating pressure of sea prism shackles on her wrists and ankles.

If she hadnt been captured in the first place, if she had only been more alert, then none of this wouldnt have happened. The Hunters wouldnt have caught up to her during an interim where she wasnt with Shanks, dragged her to one of their bases in the New World to cage her like some wild beast. The whole crew had come to get her but the Hunters knew about her associations - two birds one stone sort of idea wasnt it? Lure out the Yonko and his lot because she was close to them. Perfect bait for a trap.

Poisonous thoughts to be having, but what else is there to do?

There's too much blood, and Thea cannot hear anything beyond the rush of the sea in her ears from her bindings and the weakening drumbeat of Shanks' heart. A long piece of jagged steel sticking out from just under his ribs on his left side, a steady stream of thick crimson from a pierced heart. Shrapnel from a cleverly placed explosive meant to maim or kill any attempts to escape the lower levels.

She couldnt pull it out, lest he bleed out quicker, but she had no power to heal him either way. Beck had run off to search for Hongo - the crew had been scattered over the large base in their search for her and confrontation with her captors. Her mouth is moving but she cannot hear her own words, stained hands pressed to the wound to try and stem its weeping. "Stay with me, please, please dont go, I'm so sorry." She thinks she's saying on repeat, or she's sobbing, vision blurred by tears and thin rivulets of silver.

They were going to be too late. Hongo wouldnt get here in time. They wouldnt find the key to her shackles in time. Too much time will have passed for her revivify ability to work and every second that ticked by was surely Death laughing at her. The Reaper may never have the mythical zoan under his shadow but he would very well take all of her loved ones away.

Thea leans over her friend, sees his mouth move but cannot comprehend what he is trying to convey. He's so pale, skin clammy and breath shaking as his pulse ebbs and stutters. The weight of futility is more crushing than the deepest ocean depths and she might as well be dying alongside him. Her face presses against his shoulder and she folds herself against him as best she can, chains digging in uncomfortably, sweat and blood mingling.

Feels and hears the final quieting of his heart, the last rush of breath from his lungs and never has she ever felt both mortal and immortal than in witnessing the death of someone she loved. Powerless to save him and burdened with the reality she would still live to see countless dawns ahead without him.

#saved post #aamaranthiine #//OKAY #//FINE #//I know I did this to myself BUT HOLY FUCK #//MY FEELS #//It's 3:30am.... #//Hello I would like to report a murder #//of my feels

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♦ / bet you thought you’d die first, but have viv die in your arms instead john :3

Send ♦ for a drabble of my muse dying in your muse’s arms. Reverse for your muse dying in the arms of mine Accepting (Mutuals only) @alyafae

Why did life always take those dear to him, but never him? It had started with the crumbling of the Van der Linde gang, those he had called family dying around him for various reasons. Then Arthur had died, his brother by everything but blood. Died to protect him. To give him the chance of a normal life with his family. With Abigail and Jack. Only for Abigail to leave, taking Jack with her and to never return. It had left him empty, until Vivienne had stepped into his life. Vivienne who was now lying in his arms and bleeding to death.

The ambush had taken them by surprise and John blamed himself for it. He should've known. Should've recognized the signs, but he hadn't and once more someone he loved was paying the price for his carelessness. The former outlaw had shot the bastard who had inflicted the wound on Viv. He had blown his head clean off with no remorse. But it had been to late. While John was no doctor he recognized a fatal wound when he saw one.

Tears were silently running down his cheeks, his hands and clothes stained with Viviennes blood, but he didn't care. The woman he loved, the one who had put him back together when he had been nothing but an empty shell, was slowly dying in his arms. He wanted to say something, anything, but no words escaped him only a broken sob.

Why her? Why did it have to be her? She had been innocent. Hadn't committed any crime, except for loving a former outlaw and leaving her home with him, for him. She had left everything to follow him on his path and he had allowed it. Had led her foolishly into his old world, the one he knew best and it had been nothing but a death sentence for her.

His hands were shaking as he gently put a strand of hair behind her ear as she drew her last breath. His fingers leaving streaks of blood on her face, betraying the otherwise peaceful look. His vision grew blurry and he could only pull her closer as he wept.

John wasn't sure how long he had been holding her and he only looked up when the first raindrops started to fall. He remembers seeing a large cherry blossom tree on a hill not far from the current spot. It was the last thing he could do. Bury her underneath the cherry blossoms, with her grave facing east, knowing how much she had loved to watch the sunrise.

#answered ask #alyafae #character interaction: Vivienne #You're my brother - John Marston #//Number 1 is done #//to more to go #//but it's 3:30am so I am gonna do them tomorrrow #//I HOPE YOU GET HIT WITH FEELS ONCE YOU'RE AWAKE GIN

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♦ reverse for shanks bc i'm evil

Send ♦ for a drabble of my muse dying in your muse’s arms. Reverse for your muse dying in the arms of mine Accepting (Mutuals only) @intothewildsea

A stray bullet. Nothing grand, nothing glorious. Just a fucking stray bullet in a fight that hadn't even been considered a serious threat in the first place. It also hadn't been a long fight and yet here he was, kneeling in the sand and holding Niamh close as her breathing was slowing down.

There was nothing they could do. They had tried, they really had, but the bullet had hit a vital organ. Nothing they could fix, nothing they could do against. Once more Shanks was reminded how quick one could be ripped out of this life. That it could hit anyone. Guilt was welling up in his throat. Niamh had been a friend, one he had hold dear and he hadn't been able to protect her. He may be an emperor of the sea, but what good was power if you couldn't protect those you loved?

Revenge was one way, one he had chosen several times in the past and would choose again this time, but it wouldn't change what happened. Wouldn't change that he could feel her pulse starting to weaken underneath his fingertips. Wouldn't change that he had failed in protecting her. Wouldn't bring her back from the dead. All it would do was satisfy his inner beast, which was demanding vengeance. Like it always did. Like it had done all those years ago when Captain Roger died and he had felt nothing more than anger at the world. Anger at everyone who had cheered and celebrated the death of the man who had been like a father for him.

He bows his head, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead as he feels how she draws her last breath. "I am sorry, Niamh." The words were whispered and he didn't know if she had heared them, or if it had been to late, but they needed to get out.

He pulls back, taking in her face once more. She looked so peaceful right now. Like nothing had happened. If it weren't for the blood that stained his hand and her clothes.

All that was left for them, all that they could do now, was to make sure she got the proper burial she deserved. And then? Well, then he would follow the path of revenge once more and remind people he had his reputation for a reason.

#answered ask #intothewildsea #piracy is no game - akagami no shanks #//-screams-

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Red hair Shanks artwork

#fanart #piracy is no game - akagami no shanks #//placing this on the dash before continuing to work on those drabbles c: #//pls enjoy