CHAOS THREAD. DRABBLE TIME!!!

[silverwolfcc]

Here's how it works:

I give a prompt, people reply with drabbles filling the prompt and then prompt someone new at the end.

I'll probably write One Piece, but you can ask for other fandoms/things just realize they might be harder to fill. If you ask for RP-centric ones that I know I'll try to fill those easier than fandom ;) THIS CAN BE SHOWN TO ANYONE AND LINKED ALL OVER AND HAVE OTHERS JOIN IN.

SO. Keep that in mind and if you're gonna write anything over PG-13, mark it up top \o/ That way I know what to read j/k or am I


First Prompt:
Cold rain

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[thetruehistorian]

Franky could hear the beat, pounding through his ears and chest and feet, distorting his vision. It propelled him, every movement increasing the tempo, filling him up, making him crave more. The feeling was amazing! A counter beat rose up as well, inspiration mixing its oxygen with carbonation. A light growing steadily brighter, until it lights up every dark corner. A super sweet note from a bass guitar slowly builds up among the beats and the light, and Franky's already shouting out "SUPER!" before he realizes it's his own voice.

A pillow hit the side of his face.

"Franky, shut up!"

"I'm still sleeping here."

"Is it morning already?"

"Yeah," Franky opened his eyes, that rocking tempo still coursing through his veins and smiles. "Today's gonna be a super day."

"Worst. Alarm Clock. Ever," Zoro grumbled as he turned over in his hammock. Brooke let loose his characteristic laugh while Franky climbed out of the men's bunk to add fresh air to the electric symphony that was life.

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Sorry, that's kind of a weird one. LOL

Prompt: Notes on blue paper

[toujoursfluer]

Ace had wrote a little poem
And Marco just laughed, alas
So when Ace rewrote the thing
Marco found it on his ass.

We're the Whitebeard Crew Yoho
We dance and drink and get home quick
And if you want to sail with us
Come ride our Moby Dick

Pops had a little bird
Who always had his way
But when he tried to flirt with girls
They said:
Oh dear we thought you were g--"

Marco slapped the journal closed. That firey bastard was going to get it where it hurt.

prompt
stunning view