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To say that he had been surprised when the rookie and three others of his crew had gotten washed ashore of Elbaf would be an understatement. Their ship had sunk to the bottom of the ocean and Shanks had thought the young captain had shared the fate. Died like most others of the crew. Fate however had clearly other plans, given the sea had spit him out again, as well as three others with him. One he recognized as the first mate and the one who had tried to shield his captain when Shanks had attacked.

The emperor was leaning against the wall of the infirmary of the ship, they had patched the younger and his blonde friend up a bit, given the injuries they had sustained. Not that Shanks felt any remorse for his actions. He had done what was necessary. The other two crew members were kept in the brig for now. The least he wanted was to keep them together somewhere.

"What I did? I protected my territory." He knew it wasn't the answer the other wanted, but it was the only he would give him. "Thought the warning you got the last time you came after me was enough, but I guess not." Shanks had barely paid attention the first time Eustass Kid had tried to challenge him. All he had wanted was to sleep off a particular bad hangover, so he had send Benn to deal with the yapping rookie. A task his first mate had fulfilled without much struggle, not that Shanks had had any doubts about it in the first place.

Yet the other had come back and he could only figure that his victory in Wano had caused him to grow over-confident. A mistake that usually ended in servitude to an emperor or in death. On some occassions in neither, like their first meeting had proven, but that was mostly on him. Unnecessary bloodshed wasn't what he preferred, but he also had no problem in killing if the situation called for it.

Finally he took a step closer, storm-grey eyes showing a coldness that rarely appeared in them. "If you try anything stupid, your friends are the ones to suffer the consequences first. Got it?"

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Was it something on their ship?! Why is this whole crew trying to fight him?

"It was a compliment!" Hands go up to pat the air between them, pout grumbling out his throat at the misunderstanding. "Yer his partner n having that one person, it's important. It's nice that ya get to see under his—" Luffy vaguely gestures around. "You know how he is." Loud, chaotic, rude, all traits Luffy shares with the redhead. "Dunno where he'd be without you." Killer's protective reaction only proves his point and slowly he offers the masked man a easy smile. "Yer like my Zoro so I know yer good. Everyone wishes they had one you guys."

@a-musing-mixologist sent...

❛  you have the most perfect tits.  ❜ (Kid for Killer, if you want hehe)

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ㅤ⠀He was wet. No, correction: he was soaked to the bone. The storm had come out of nowhere, soaking the whole damn crew of the Victoria as they scrambled to draw the sails in and tie down every loose item on deck. The waves hadn’t helped, either, with sea water slamming onto the deck as the waves broke against the side of the ship. Poor Heat had almost gone overboard at one point before Killer had grabbed them and yanked them back up top. They were lucky to have made port for the evening, even if it meant walking into the tavern inn like drowned cats. 

ㅤ⠀Head tilted over, Killer wrung out his blonde tresses into the tub, grimacing at just how much rain and sea water had soaked through. A bath, later. Just to manage his hair, if nothing else. Towel acquired, he settled it across his shoulders as he flipped his hair back into place, damp bangs brushed back for the time being. He frowned as thunder rumbled, shaking the inn. This would put a delay on their timing in reaching the next island, but some things-

ㅤ⠀… Wait.

ㅤ⠀❝Come again?❞ He asked, lips tilting into an amused grin as he turned, leaning his hip back against the sink edge. His arms crossed over his chest as he studied Eustass curiously, head tilting to the left. ❝I dunnae, Eus. Have ye seen yerself lately? Could put some hens down in the tavern tae shame!❞ He teased lightly, though his gaze wandered down to his own chest, brows furrowing. Huh. 

ㅤ⠀Shite, maybe Eustass was right. Hands reached, cupping his own chest. He certainly had gained more muscle mass as of late. Nowhere near as much as Eustass, but Eus had always been able to gain muscle mass faster than he did. 

❝ No life can escape being blown out by the winds of change and chance. ❞ (Kid)

Prompt

ㅤ⠀❝You speak as if we know one another in such an informal manner.❞ Crocodile rumbled, voice low- a threat lingering within the words. His gaze settled upon the infamous captain; young, hot headed, full of himself and his pride. A bounty worth hundreds of millions- he certainly was no upstart. Even so, the days of turning over heads for coin were behind him. 

ㅤ⠀Lips curve into a sneer; a crocodile-esque grin. ❝Or do you greet every person you meet in such a charming manner, Captain?❞

“ Got caught giving a fuck. Embarrassing. ” (Kid)

( will find meme prompt later bc im at work - for @a-musing-mixologist's Kid )

"You dont seem embarrassed to care about your crew," is Thea's cool response, "but dont worry, I wont tell anyone." A touch of wry humor there, even as she straightened wrinkled clothing and repinned braids that had come loose. It had been a close call, how she'd almost been thrown overboard. Kid had been in the right place, at the right time, and had plucked her out of the air before she'd gone too far and landed in the ocean.

And landing in the open sea meant drowning.

"I appreciate the save though, be a terrible fate to drown." Not too ruffled about the 'what ifs' of the situation, just relieved to be safe and firmly on her two feet again.

@a-musing-mixologist liked for starter!

"Kid-san! Yohoho, how do you feel? I hope excellent in this new year! You're like a red-hot beautiful ball of meat!"

💥(Kid)

well if kid ever wants to fuck around and lose his other arm he knows who to callー

@a-musing-mixologist x

Sanji’s love of food was something that he discovered from the moment he came across his first cookbook and the many times he used to sneak into the kitchen. But that was before he managed to escape from Germa with the help of Reiju despite crossing paths with the man who he refused to claim as his father. He wasn’t a Vinsmoke, he never would be. 

“You know how to cook though even if it's just a hobby, it was the same for me growing up until I wanted it to become something more. I didn’t want to become a pawn in my father’s desires.” 

He could tell that the food which Killer put together already wasn’t bad especially if his crew had no complaints about the taste. He knew what he was doing while Sanji was relieved to hear that the food wasn’t wasted. Wasted food was the one thing he hated the most. 

“I can give you some. I have plenty to share.”

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"Mostly the red feathered cloak. You look like an overgrown bird. Got your fashion advice from Doflamingo of all people?" The comment about the pants only have him arching his eyebrow. "Debatable. Yours are an eyesore." A bold statement coming from someone who wore floral patterned ones, in combination with sandals and a unbuttoned and wrongly buttoned shirt.

@a-musing-mixologist liked this for a stupid question

"Where does the thought go if you forget it?"

@a-musing-mixologist sent: i’m in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen. (Kid fer Killer?)

[ from STICK SEASON: WE'LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER. ( accepting! ) ]

ㅤ⠀The deck of the Victoria was quiet in the early morning hours. The sun was just starting to peek over the edge of the horizon, causing the sky to shift from navy to royal blue, tinted with soft, deep lavenders and baby pinks. The breeze that guided the ship was from the south west, driving them forward slowly. Wire was at the helm, silent and steady, leaving Killer to have a few scant moments of peace before he got to work tending to the crew with breakfast. Maybe something from home this time? He had some bacon curing in salt, and Lorne sausage, maybe he’d fix up some black pudding and haggis, too. They were running low on scones- and the supplies for him to make said scones, so they’d do with toast, and some eggs-

ㅤ⠀That is, until his captain- his oldest friend- spoke, startling him out of his reverie with the sky.

ㅤ⠀His head turned, studying Kid as he settled in at his side. ❝Feelin’ a wee bit introspective this mornin’, aye?❞ Killer murmured softly, brows furrowing behind the helmet. Fingers reached up, unclipping the mechanism that held it in place, letting the two halves fall into his hands for the moment. The feeling of the sea breeze on his skin, through his hair, was always a treat. Kid could be crass, could be harsh, but he was far smarter than anyone outside of the crew gave him credit for. Hotheaded, too-

ㅤ⠀But weren’t they all, just a touch? Being a pirate meant being crass, meant throwing caution to the wind when necessary. Lips curving into a small smile, he turned away from studying the horizon to lean instead against the bannister, arms crossing over his chest so that he could actually see Eustass. ❝Wha’s on yer mind, then?❞ Came the soft question; had he had another awful dream? Another sleepless night?

@a-musing-mixologist said: Kid VC: Nobody needs to know that. :/ @aamaranthiine said: Thea pressing the bottom button like a cat would put its paws on something it shouldnt.

He wants to say something mean so bad but he doesn't want to get drawn into anyone's pace especially the youngsters.

@a-musing-mixologist said : [ BLOCK ]: (Killer, how 'bout that sparring practice!)

The clashing of the swords! ~ accepting

[ BLOCK ]:    sender blocks an on-coming attack from the receiver.

Sparring with Killer was always a tough sort of training. The man didn't have much trouble keeping up with the skeleton's movements. The loud clinging of their blades echoed over the field for the last couple of hours and both of them seemed a little out of breath. At the moment Brook and Killer stood at the stalemate. Brook pressing into his attack, hoping to take a short break, knowing well that in terms of raw strength the masked man had far more advantage over him.

"Nee, gasp... Killer-san... Gasp... You still having fun?" The old pirate grinned, looking into the empty holes of Killer's mask.

Negl I loved The Last Unicorn and was super excited when I saw you pop up on my dash, and then to find out that you also had an OP verse! I love Thea, she's so mysterious and calm but also an adorable tease. Kid doesn't know what to do about her. I always love seeing you on my dash!

( from hows my portrayal? )

vcsj bv I live and breathe The Last Unicorn tbh, it is the eternal brainrot for me. next to like, my fixation on one piece. I'm so glad you like her and her nonsense T_T <33 and I really hope to bring the best vibes to the dash I can, because ya'll deserve it.

"Gotta admit, a talking, singing skeleton is pretty damn metal. You ever consider dying that hair?" (Kid)

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"You are lucky Kid-san! I can play any type of music. So I can be in your metal band if you want to start one. I could feel young again…" Brook really thinks this is a great idea. And changing his hair colour? That would be a hit.

"Yohoho, what colour do you think I would be like as a real metal? In red like you Kid-san?"

❣ | @a-musing-mixologist :: From Here |

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The former Corazón was many things, and frequently one of those things was 'in the way'. Including now, as he hunched over a bundle of provisions he was attempting to secure with a knot - specifically a knot that would be untangle-able by whoever handled this after him. Small, dextrous tasks had never been his strong point anyway, and even less so after injury. The blond leaned a little more heavily on the crutch he was using, letting out a steadying huff of a breath as he willed clumsy hands to cooperate instead of worrying about whoever this was beside him. He didn't recognise the voice - a cadet maybe? He'd worry about it in a minute.

On fire again? Damn. Rather than panic, the big marine just sighed an exasperated, world-weary sigh and batted at the flames with a heavy, scarred hand - an action maybe perplexing both in its seeming routineness and the fact that he was unbothered by attempting to stifle the fire with a bare hand. He bit down on his cigarette - the source of the fire, probably - a little harder than he meant.

" 'S fine. It shouldn't - " his voice trailed off as he turned to look at who was speaking - definitely not a cadet then.