i NEEEEEEEED definitely maybe or I will scream and cry and sob and shout and kill and/or seriously injure
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Oh to be in a 90s/early 2000s rom com
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WANTED: GRAND LINE'S HOTTEST ROGUES AND RUNWAYS
i had this thought of a fashion/news editorial that rivaled the anticipation of the wanted posters that came with the news coos named WANTED. sort of a tongue-in-cheek thing to navy-controlled news. this volume with sanji is inspired by al parker's art!
you can find prints of this here!
[ID: Sanji from waist-up in a dark red suit, black shirt, and pink tie - he's holding a black and gold lighter in his right hand, a lit cigarette perched loosely between his lips. His face is in profile, showing a dangling pearl earring in his left ear. His right arm leans against the bottom right corner, as if propping himself up. The flat red of his suit blends with the background - in contrast, his rendered face and hands pop from the composition. END ID.]
white varation + blank version under the cut:
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mc dies and everyone's sad and stuff meanwhile solomon is looking absolutely giddy. everyone's like "solomon wtf is wrong with you" but he's just like "nah it'll be fineee just give me like 3 hours" and giggles as he wipes away the dust on his necromancy books
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ok the last post was infodump friendly. this one is NOT.
i expect you to explain your/something about your magic system as badly as possible. i want to be confused. i want to lack context.
i'll start:
big wyrm gives off radiation that is also magic. ohhh no gas.
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A Whumper with fire powers branding their Whumpee not just with their name or initials, but their handprints.
Two palms scarred against either side of Whumpee’s neck, fingers wrapping around their throat in a collar that can never be removed. Hands on their sides, just below their broken ribs, a touch that will never relent. Fingers wrapped around their wrists in shackles that won’t be unlocked. A handprint against their face, cupping their cheek that had already suffered so many punches. The small of their back. A single hand just between their shoulder blades. Dragging down their thighs.
Just. Branded handprints.
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