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She says nothing.
But the top 10 are accurate.
#out of woods [ooc]#☪what i choose to crave [nsfw]#really only relevant to her one piece au because uhh#her main verse she has 0 experience otherwise LOL
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ー i am the 6th son, of the 6th son, of the 6th son.
(ind. donquixote doflamingo)
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♡ — An independent, semi-selective multimuse blog featuring characters from Eiichiro Oda's ONE PIECE. All muses are multiverse and multiship. Please read guidelines before following. Penned by Alice / Velveteen — ♡
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Independent, selective, headcanon & mixed media inspired RED HAIRED SHANKS, DRACULE MIHAWK and UTA of Eiichirō Oda's ONE PIECE, as featured on the multimuse blog SEAOFTALES. Crossover friendly, duplicate friendly, original character friendly, 20+. Personals DNI. penned by Rhea, she/her, 25+
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ー the burning keeps me alive.
(ind. donquixote rosinante)
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Rise up and conquer the world
The oceans are calling your name
Your day won't be done 'til the battle is won
So rise up my friend, this won't be the end
Rise up and conquer the world
The oceans are calling your name
Your fate is not cast and this day's not your last
It's time that you heeded the call
The call of the waves
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"Take me with you."
"For laughs, for luck, for the unknown. Take me with you."
★ The Lady Amalthea. An independent and semi-selective roleplay blog of Peter S. Beagle's titular protagonist from The Last Unicorn. A blend of canon, personal interpretations and lovingly adored by Lumi.
★ Sporadic activity but always lurking on dash. Multi-verse and multi-ship. Adults only. Personals DNI.
★ Carrd.
#i am here now [promo]#decided to whip up a new promo#the last unicorn rp#amalthea rp#canon rp#anime rp#book rp#one piece rp#hi im still very obsessed with one piece so#love u guys
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ㅤ⠀❝Whosoever commands the sea commands the trade;
ㅤ⠀whosoever commands the trade of the world commands the riches of the world──
ㅤ⠀ㅤ⠀and consequently, the world itself.❞
ㅤ⠀[ #naviculariis ]. Semi active multimuse for ONE PIECE. Crossover & OC friendly. [ M D N I. ] READ THE CARRD BEFORE INTERACTING. Please LIKE or REBLOG if you want to interact and/or be mutuals!
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❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜
( from here. - for @ravarui's Shanks~ )
Scoff.
Shanks playful remark earns him an immediate rebuttal in that short disdainful exhale, which might be too quick of a reaction for it to be totally honest. She wasnt jealous. Amalthea was too old for the pettiness that emotion entails, she'd gone through enough of it in the past with previous partners. At least, she thought herself mature enough to be able to communicate properly to avoid jealousy.
"No," the zoan says as she invites herself to nestle into the Emperor's side, "but I definitely do not feel like sharing your attention right now."
That could be taken as an admission, but Thea is typically quite forward when she wants Shanks' company. Showing up unannounced where ever the Red Hair Pirates might be, whether in port or even sailing the open seas. She never really concerned herself with what (or who) he did when they were apart.
As it was right now though, she didnt particularly like that some strange woman was trying to garner his interest and she rectified that quite promptly. Which was by invading his personal space and commanding all of his immediate focus, because she could and was allowed to do so.
"Anyone else can wait until I'm gone to fawn over you," Thea adds wryly, "even if they barely hold a candle in comparison." Ah, a bit of her vanity slipping through again.
#☪fairytales written by rabbits [askbox]#ravarui#/when ur fwb is a tiny bit possessive and demanding#/as a treat
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Grass Unicorn!
It was a good little practice painting after so long!
Couldn’t decide if I wanted a border of not, so here we go! I really like how it came out!!:D
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It's pretty reasonable to think most doctors on the seas or smaller islands arent licensed in their practice. Plenty of hands on experience or half finished schooling, some even educated on their own. She's no different in that, being self taught on first aid and other more natural remedies. "That's pretty common I find, those who have the time and money to attend actual university tend to end up working in hospitals rather than on ships or smaller islands bullied by bandits." The smooth tug of needle and thread closing the cut with precise stitches, with her passive Ability soothing pain and inflammation.
She has a lot to say about the world and philosophy but most of it is kept to herself, listening instead as Beck went on a bit of a tangent about his Captain. Something about the way he spoke and his tone of voice pinged familiarity in her, tying off the final suture neatly as she finished. Dabbing away any excess blood gently and then smearing on a bit of medicinal salve. It has a sharp, herbal scent to it.
Thea leans back to wipe her hands clean, expression soft and thoughtful, "No need to apologize, I can tell you have a lot of loyalty and care for your Captain." Stowing away her supplies without needing to really glance at them, "The Government has a tendency to fear those they think can or could challenge their power. I take it your captain is probably a pretty strong pirate then," connecting the dots steadily, "what's his name?"
The feeling of the needle stitching him back up was familiar. It pinched and poked a little, naturally, but he wasn’t about to whine about it. This wasn’t the worst injury he had received, and he was sure he’d get banged up further in the future. Just because he was an old pirate didn’t mean he avoided action. “Eh, my ship’s medic is probably not licensed either. He’s just the only one of us who can stomach caring for some of the troubles we get ourselves into.”
Despite the joking at Hongo’s expense, he did value the man’s skills. They often teased Hongo about his questionable medical training, but he waved them off with idle threats to leave them dying on the battlefield next time. He never followed through with those threats, and he hadn’t lost a patient.
Her comments on kindness resonated with him. He could only sigh. “Very wise words. So many people seem to think the only way to be heard is to hurt.” In that truth though was the center of what he truly loved about his crew. Maybe his pride would show as he spoke, but dammit, you don’t devote your life to something you weren’t fucking proud of. “My captain though… see, he’s got this reputation. For those who don’t know him, they might say he’s a dangerous man. He could be, if he wanted to. He can be, if you threaten us – his family and friends.”
“But in truth he’s the kindest person on the seas. He’d give you his last coin if you needed it. The government is scared of the power he’s got, but he’s got that power because those who know him, like him. It’s no sorcery or intimidation. Just unreserved compassion.” He paused a moment before sighing. “Forgive my rambling.”
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[ ORAL ]: sender goes down on receiver. (cause she deserves nice things)
( from nsfw prompts. - for @ravarui's Shanks )
why yes, she does deserve nice things.
nsfw under cut.
Wisps of amber light fading to shadow as candles burn low on the wick, but its darker with her eyes lulled low to just scarcely catch mussed red hair tickling against pale skin. Everything is warm and soft - the tangled bedsheets beneath her, their combined bodyheat, and the pressure of lips peppering kisses down her navel. Thea squirms at the scrape of Shanks stubble against her hip, then laughs from the ticklish graze of teeth over a particular spot that follows.
Arousal is a steady ache in her center, insistent, spurred by every little touch whether from a soft mouth or the one calloused hand that has been teasing glancing touches between her legs. A faint tremor in her legs from the almost featherlight flick of a thumb against her clit. The lave of his tongue at the junction of her pelvis and down to her inner thigh. Anticipation as heady as the taste of sake still lingering on her tongue.
"Red," she whines at the abrupt sting of pain, a bruise bitten and sucked into her plush thigh, the hurt tangling dizzily with pleasure in her head.
She feels the hot luff of his breath over her slick core from his answering laugh, "Sorry," he wasnt, "just really like the pretty purple color your skin turns when I bite you."
"It'll be gone by morning," Thea retorts, squirming as his right arm wraps around her other leg to hold her in place.
"Then I guess I'll have to make more later," a lewd, mumbled promise just before Shanks molds his mouth against her pussy. Tongue laving eagerly through her folds like he was a starving man. Her breath stutters and catches in her throat, tension seizing along her body for several seconds before she relaxes again into the wanton sensation.
Thea loses any ability to form coherent thoughts, tangling one hand into Shanks' hair for leverage to encourage him to press more firmly against her, the other fisting in sheets and blankets or pressed to her own mouth to stifle gasps and lilting moans. She's never loud - usually - but there is ever that sense of reservedness about her even when intimate.
He swirls his tongue against her clit with just enough pressure and she's whimpering, skin dewy with sweat and spasms shaking through her thighs and up through her abdomen. He's still got her mostly pinned down but she manages to writhe enough to grind against his mouth, the reverberations of his groans adding to the tremors in her muscles.
Pleasure coils tighter, unbearably so, she's taut and panting around pitched mewls of 'dont stop.'
Then it snaps in a rush of heat, twitching convulsions and a strangled prurient cry of his name into the dark. The waves of her orgasm ebbing slowly from how Shanks continues to languidly lap at her core, gathering up as much of her slick as he can taste. Thea goes lax on his bed with a lengthy sigh, letting the echoes of her climax settle into contented tiredness.
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do i have a praise kink? yes. do i hate it when people compliment me? yes. do i desperately need someone to tie me down and shower me in praise and compliments while i can't do anything to stop them, as they tease me until i cum, and reinforce all their praise, then hold me tenderly afterward?? yes pls
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𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓 !
independent , selective & private cryptid oc . 18+ for graphic situations . told by creech(mun) .
- carrd || pinned -
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Maybe a small part was amused by the scorn and discomfort she causes Vera and others. Some people could instinctively pick up on the wrongness of her, or be allured by the enchantment that simmered beneath her veneer. It was usually the latter, whenever she happened to be glimpsed in public it was notable how many eyes and hearts become captivated by her. However, Vera's frustration is particularly entertaining and Thea tries not to exacerbate it too much on purpose. Tempting as it was.
The artificer pats down her pockets to ensure nothing had fallen out, double checks her wallet too and is satisfied everything is in order. "Well, hopefully the package has a proper address or else I'll let the dewgongs have it." Said mostly in jest, even if Vera would not appreciate her attempts at humor. "We'll be taking my ship, so everything is already there. I hope you have your supplies in order, Miss Vera."
A quickened pace to catch up to the blonde, then passing her even as they left the sunflower field. "I think I shall take off after this errand is done, there are some places I want to see. Catch up with a few contacts and private buyers for my Poses." No one could say that Thea doesnt try to make pleasant conversation, hoping to find some manner of 'middle ground' with her temporary companion.
The fact that Thea was seemingly no different from the average person had Vera on the verge of yanking her hair out. No, there had to be something fundamentally wrong with her. She couldn’t accept that this woman, who made her so perturbed, could be anything but abnormal. Few in the past had made her feel any emotion so intensely. After meeting Father, she hadn’t expected to meet anyone else who could. Just watching this woman pick at her nails with such disinterest in Vera’s eyes made her want to stab something.
At least Vera found some solace in the knowledge that she likely held a higher position in the Donquixote Pirates compared to Thea, who was merely a courier.
“No, he didn’t,” Vera answered with an undertone of apathy and unspoken disinterest in her voice. “He did, however, say the package would be waiting for you at the Acacia harbor. We’ll head there immediately, so you better have everything you need already.” With that, she turned on her heel and began walking out of the sunflower field. Once again, she paid little regard to the regenerated sunflowers she trampled on.
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A wave of exhaustion threatened to drown her entirely for a few seconds, fog creeping into the corners of her eyes before its shaken off in a subsequent rush of worry. Concern that she'd exacerbated his injury and the undercurrent of overstimulation at being in physical contact with someone else for an extended period. Touch and proximity had been necessary but being embraced had her squirming in protest anyway. Thea huffed quietly at his reassurance, glancing to the mostly healed gash still on his chest. It wasnt life threatening anymore and she wouldnt have the energy to finish mending it until morning…
"Mmf, I will be fine too," once she is set down beside him, fighting off the worst of the shaking in her limbs, Thea digs out a spare kerchief to clean her hands with. "What are-" the question dies quickly seeing Mihawk strip the remains of his shirt into makeshift bandages. Oh. She makes a motion to stall his intent, "Wait a moment." Some shuffling, pulling off her tunic and setting it aside, untucking her long sleeved shirt worn beneath that and loosening the ties to her trousers. From the hips down her legs are still beast-like, powerful thighs covered in soft, snow-white fur.
Thea only wriggled her pants down far enough to expose the dark bruising and silver blood seeping from the bullet wound in her left thigh, pain making her muscles twitch as she dug fingers into the shallow hole. The strain is clear on her face, jaw clenched and brow furrowed, hissing as she fished out the bullet and dropped it carelessly. "Stars and moon above," she groans and slumps onto the ground, giving Mihawk the clearance to bind her leg as he wanted to do.
She's quiet, breathing deep and slow to ease her racing heart, blessedly still conscious. Practically entirely limp laying there while considering their options forward from here. "I pushed my ship back into the currents, but if we're lucky.. It might be caught in the reef around the eastern side of the island." The zoan finally determines, "We'll have to stay here until morning, I do have a supply chest hidden somewhere too." This island had become one of her few caches throughout Paradise since a few years after her first encounter with the swordsman.
"If we arent lucky, then I suppose we wait for a passing warship and steal it." Thea adds reasonably, even if ambushing and commandeering a navy ship was only going to add to her growing list of crimes. "We're going to have to sleep here, I dont have the energy to move again unfortunately." Her voice is so very tired.
The anger harboured for the Marines for so many decades threatened to spiral out of control. For a man who usually kept his emotions in check and rarely let others know how he truly felt, this was a whole other situation. Not only had they called for a Buster Call on him and his home, the long term consequences were Thea risking her own life to save him, exposing herself to the Marines who would do things to her he didn't even dare think about. There were things he could look past, though nothing that had happened within the last hours was on that very list.
Thea, however, was right. No matter how much he wanted to unleash his fury on them, he was nowhere close to being in shape to do so. Waiting not only would allow for both of them to heal, it would also give him a chance to come up with a solid plan to rain down hellfire on one or the other Marine outpost and catch them all off guard, especially if Thea was right and they considered him dead. He would have been had it not been for her. Once more, he gave a nod, not speaking until they reached the treeline and the blessed shade and cover of the bushes.
However, the last thing he anticipated once seated down was Thea falling on top of him. A groan escaped him, though his arms immediately went around her form, holding her close. It was an instinct reaction, and by the time she tried to shimmy out of them and off of him, Mihawk was already checking her over. With her encounter with the Marines, there was no way she managed to get away without a single scratch.
Sure enough, he saw her trembling, the injury now apparent. ❝ I'm fine, ❞ the swordsman assured her, making sure to look her in the eyes so she knew that he meant it. The pain was there, but it had been present ever since he got up to his feet. Compared to how he felt some hours earlier, he felt practically fantastic. ❝ But you're not. ❞
Mihawk made sure she was gently placed down on the ground next to him before he shrugged off his coat, Yoru alongside it discarded next to him before he started taking his shirt off. While most of it was bloodied, there were some specks of it still intact and clean, and it only made sense for him to stop her bleeding with a makeshift bandage. It was very likely completely unnecessary, though it would bring him some peace of mind knowing that he could do at least something for her, as she had done so much for him already.
❝ Looks like we could both benefit from laying low for a while, ❞ he commented as his hands worked on her injury, wrapping the clean straps of the now torn shirt around her leg. ❝ Where do we even go from here? I'd dare say we shouldn't stay in one place for too long, just in case. ❞
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OOC: saw the rerelease of The Mummy in theaters tonight, loved it, now my brain is buzzing with Egypt nonsense because Ive always been a huge nerd for that shit. Went to Target, now Im home to chill out and watch One Piece <3
#out of woods [ooc]#i have most my drafts done and ready to queue whenever lel#but right now i wish to veg
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