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CHAOS THREAD. DRABBLE TIME!!!

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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"It's nine in the morning!"

Smoker ignored the voice and lit up a fresh pair of cigars.

"Sir, you can't have rum with breakfast," a waitress tried to plead.

"Watch me," he growled.

A huff, "The bar doesn't even open for another six hours!"

"It looks open to me," he pointed out in what he thought was a perfectly reasonable tone.

"Just for breakfast! With real food, not booze!" the manager objected.

"Don't care. Rum is filling too, it has calories. Now are you going to get it or what?" Smoker finally looked up at the pair.

They gave up fighting. There was just no reasoning with that man, and Smoker smugly leaned back in his chair and added pepper and salt to his eggs. He alway got what he wanted in the end.

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Prompt: Loneliest words

The stone was weathered and worn. Stained in places, too. The adornments had obviously weathered a few New World storms in their time there as well. Luffy let his fingertips trail lightly over the top of the stone, feeling every ridge and imperfection in it. He kept his fingers on it as he sat down. The inscription held the same indications of time passing as the rest of the thing. Carefully, he traced the letters as he silently mouthed the words they spelled. They were good words, well chosen. Better than anything he would've picked. He bowed his head and smiled in spite of the ache in his chest.

"Long time no see, Ace. Sorry it took me so long to get here."

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prompt: white satin

Damnit. Damnit all. Ace tugged down the nightgown again, hating the way it rode up over his thighs...and slid over his skin like smooth hands. Ahh. No blushing. No. He was not going to stoop so low as to that. He tugged at the lacy hem again, only to have it ride up again. Well fine. They could stay that way. Just because he lost a bet didn't mean he couldn't take it like a man. He folded his arms and tried to look as bad ass as he could in a little white nightie with a matching lace garter.

He heard his doom coming for him on creaking boards and light feet. Heavy enough for him to hear it though and he knew it was on purpose. But he didn't care about that either. On pure defiance, he plucked up his hat and set it firmly on his head and folded his arms again. The door opened, light spilling around Marco's form, but it was hard to see past that uncharacteristic grin that he only got when he was really pleased with himself.

Ace wanted to say something but found his mouth went dry--so continued defiant stance it was.

"Gay I may be," Marco said in a voice soft as the nightie that slid against his skin. The door closed and Marco was close, almost against him, a cool hand sliding up his thigh. Warm lips shivered against his neck and Ace pretended he didn't care. He was going to make a really smart ass comment that would...

"But at least I have good taste, yoi," Marco murmured, followed by a little startling bite that made him suck in a breath in spite of himself. After that, he was hard pressed to say anything.

Prompt
oh no he didn't!

Everyone gasped.

"What?" Ace scowled, "It's true."

"Oh no, he didn't!" quite a few of the Whitebeard pirates gasped even more.

"What a fool," a few shook their heads in dismay.

"And he was so young too," they lamented.

"You better watch your back boy, keep running. This ain't just a game now, he'll never stop coming,"

Ace did not have the good sense to be scared, "Over that?"

"Never insult the hair," they tried to press upon him the importance of this.

"But--" he started and looked around them for help. "Marco, come on, surely you--" he cut off again at the look on Marco's face.

The evil glint, the look that said Marco was going to make his life a living nightmare.

Ace sulked, "Well it is stupid."

They all gasped again.

"Oh no he didn't!"

Oh yes, Marco had evil plans for him. Too evil for anyone to speak of. Vengeance was his, and they were all insane.

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Prompt: Air(y)

It was much too fine to be bandaging his wounds, Jozu thought idly as he woke up. He noticed it even before the missing arm. White satin on diamond? Someone had a strange sense of humor.

He assumed they'd been using it to thaw him out, but why not cotton, or line, or even sail fabric? Surely those would have been fine on diamond. He was too strong to get scratched or bruised, and he couldn't see how satin would be anymore sanitary.

Then again, perhaps it was just that they figured he wouldn't be staining it with blood and they didn't want any rough fabrics that would wake him up.

Tch. Those silly brothers of his.

Still, he was grateful for their silly kindness. It was smooth and felt nice to the touch, and anyone else would have just assumed he was too strong to have any desires for such things. Silly kind brothers indeed.

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Prompt: Rumours / Rumour Has It

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a small town in possession of little excitement must be in want of juicy gossip. As such, she heard the news told six separate ways on her trip to pick up tomatoes from the grocers. One version of it involved a woman on the pirate ship that came by every month or so. Another talked of people from a town on the opposite side of the island.

Banchina just laughed quietly to herself as she walked home, head held high. Yasopp was back from fishing, looking rather skittish as he played with their son. Through the back door, she could see Shanks and Benn on the deck, the former looking rather guilty as he refused to meet her eyes.

"Rumor has it you're leaving me for a young blonde with legs a mile long named Cee who's as dangerous as she is beautiful," she said simply when her husband refused to start a conversation.

He looked up, startled and confused. Shanks laughed so hard he choked, and Benn pat him on the back, smiling himself. Banchina couldn't help but let out a few giggles as her own as she placed a hand on her husband's cheek. "It's alright. I already know the truth. I did before you even thought about it."

"I'm sorry," Yasopp said quietly as he kissed his wife's forehead. "If you want me to stay—"

"I want you to be happy," she says. "Go with Shanks. Follow your dreams. Just come back to us one day. And you—" she turns to Shanks, who had been trying to sneak away. "You make sure to keep him safe as houses."

His comically sneaky look gives way to a serious expression. He nods gravely. "You have my word."

"Good." Banchina kisses her husband, puts her son on her hip, and smiles. "Who wants spaghetti for dinner?"

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prompt: confessions

It's easy to smile. She's learned the knack. It's easy to be lighthearted and open. Well, what man can resist the lure of the sea and she honestly doesn't begrudge him. She honestly wants him to be happy and she knows that he will be out there on the rolling waves and adventure. She loves him and loves to see him go and smiles and sings silly songs as she cooks the spaghetti and listens to Usopp make up stories about talking slugs he found under cabbage leaves.

And...she thinks she knows the feeling. A perfectly green cabbage, but something unexpected lurks underneath, slimy and strange and there before you knew it. Only, unlike a slug, this thing that clings to the bottom of her ribcage can't just be plucked off.

"You're dying," the doctor had told her, hadn't wanted to but had because she'd pressed. "A few years--three, maybe four if you're lucky-- but after that..."

And he hadn't said anything and neither had she. What was there to say? But, her Yasopp was off living his dream and it would go by so quickly he would barely think to write to her... And her Usopp would be old enough by then...for his heart to break. She smiles at him as he gets sauce on his nose and curls her fingers through his hair. She'll hold her slug a secret for just a little bit longer.

prompt
mourning

The first thing Yasopp says to his son after grabbing him the tightest hug he's ever given anyone is, "I'm so proud of you."

The second thing he says has to claw its way past the block in his throat, and it scrapes like sandpaper as it passes through his mouth. "I'm sorry I wasn't there."

He knew about his wife. He had found out much too late for him to do anything about it. Four years after the date was written on the corner of the stationary, the letter was read on an island that was in a constant downpour. He was grateful for the rain like he was grateful for the space the crew gave him. Like he was grateful for the clearing far away from any other people where he could scream into his captain's mantle without anyone else hearing.

He feels Usopp still in his arms, but the anger never comes. "Don't apologize. She would have been mad if you came back. And... I had a lot of time to think after it happened."

Yasopp doesn't know if it's forgiveness, but he'll take it, whatever it is.

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prompt: fathers and sons

He'd never really known his father. Not exactly. Oh, he seen the bastard, more than once--but not enough to really know him. And at first, yes, Arlong had resented him, for shoving him in this place where there was little to eat and everything was a fight. He had more lacerations when he was seven than any kid had a right to have. Better him than Hachi that just flailed around and tried to get away or curl up in a little pink squishy ball that easily bruised. But no, he'd decided somewhere along the line that his father had done a good thing, teaching him how to fight, how to survive, how to get strong enough to come back and punch him so hard in the gut he'd be eating through his spine.

And then when he'd finally returned, there had been Sharley with him, small and way too delicate for this place. But he'd just shoved the little mermaid at him and said.

"Your sister. Do what you want." and walked away again. As if Arlong had been nothing. He'd wanted to go after him. He'd wanted to fight him, ask him, maybe even beg a little but she'd clung to him with her small small hands and cried. As if she'd known everything from the beginning. And maybe she had.

"Stop crying," he'd said, but gently. "Only the weak cry here."

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdzX2VjCDZs&feature=g-vrec

It was... pink. Bright, in your face pink. Even with the black cape muting it, Benn felt like maybe he should shield his eyes or look at something else. But he was transfixed by the thing. Eventually, he managed to croak out, "Redheads aren't supposed to wear that color."

Shanks chuckled and waved him off. "That's why I'm wearing it. If I'm going to be forced into doing this because of that bet, I'm making it as humiliating for him as possible. He's not going to want to be seen in public with me." Which, of course, only made sense because Shanks had no shame. At all. Benn resisted the urge to lower his face into his palm as his captain continued to study himself in the mirror.

"Hmmm... Do you think this dress makes me look fat?"

That was the final straw. Benn threw his hands in the air, exasperated. "Does it matter?"

Shanks' loud laughter and half-coherent sputterings about falling for it were all the answer he needed.

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prompt: dirty limericks (or drinking songs)

There once was a pirate named Shanks
Who lost his right arm in the drank
He said "Not bereft
Cuz I play with my left
So at least every night I give thanks

They were all out drinking the rum
said Ace, Pops is like Winter, son
They say without doubt
That birds like to go south
And when they do that winter comes

prompt
angler fish

BEFORE THE DRABBLE: read this first!!

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"SHAHAHAHAHA," Arlong laughed at Tatsube's question. "They're all beautiful!"

"Every mermaid?" the boy's eyes were lit up in joy.

"All of them!" Arlong boasted, "Even all the fishwomen!"

"What about the angler fish ones?" Marco deadpanned.

Arlong froze. And had to suppress a chill of terror. He shot the Whitebeard pirate a glance that clearly read Why, why would you even bring that up? Why god why?

Marco was nonplussed, however. As casual as he ever was. Did anything unnerve the man?

Since Arlong wasn't answering, Tatsube looked over to Marco for an answer. "What's wrong with angler fish ones?"

Marco's eyes sparkled with evil mischief. "The angler fish is the most beautiful and deadly terror of the deep, lad," he explained.

Tatsube scoffed, "I don't see what's so scary about a girl."

Marco's evil grin spread widely. "They live in the deepest darkest parts of the ocean where no light shines. But angler fish females are sneaky, they have a light to lure in prey and big teeth to eat them."

"So they're ugly?" Tatsube thought it over.

Arlong coughed, "Err no... but..."

"Au contraire~" Marco continued on with his grand tale, "They're quite beautiful. When you only know darkness and cold, warmth and light is quite a welcome thing sometimes. But their big teeth will eat anything."

"So angler fishwomen eat people?!"

Marco revealed a slasher grin usually saved for his murder victims and Arlong quietly felt glad that Marco considered them such close friends. "No," Marco's smooth bird-like voice dropped quietly, adding to the suspense, "They do something far worse."

"Brother Marco..." Arlong quietly mumbled.

That seemed to snap Marco out of it, at least a little. Being called brother definitely always helped.

"What? What could be worse than being eaten?" Tatsube demanded.

"Ahhhh..." Marco tried to come up with a tactful answer, though his eyes were trained on Arlong instead of looking at the half werewolf boy, "They absorb men."

"What?"

Marco couldn't tell if Tatsube was shocked or just confused.

"Well, males I mean," the phoenix answered in deadpan.

Tatsube just looked at them like a puppy. "What does that mean?"

Marco and Arlong shared a long look.

"It means stay the fuck away from angler fishwomen," Arlong affectionately shoved a hand over Tatsube's face so they wouldn't have to see those eyes.

"Aye," Marco completely agreed.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1tXUxVWtyaU -- this song for a prompt :3

"mm/dd/yyyy

Still haven't caught a pig to wish Peacock her own clothes. Almost caught one, but I got too close to the forest and the trees beat me up again. I wonder if I'll do better when I'm changed.

More importantly, never go near angler 'maids and fishwomen. That's what Arlong and Marco talked about today, among other stuff where they just made me look dumb. But when Marco brought up Anglers, Arlong got very quiet. It was kind of creepy. I never seen him make that face before.

Marco says angler 'maids "absorb men," but neither of them would tell me what the hell that means. They couldn't have been messing with me. The way Arlong tried to shut Marco up seemed genuine.

So, if angler 'maids and fishwoman don't eat men, they must do something worse. Something really horrible. Something Arlong somehow survived. Whatever it was had to be terrifying. Maybe angler 'maids have some really weird sex ritual. I wonder what could be so bad that t'd scare Arlong?

Any answers I get are pretty disturbing. Like maybe they suck the life out of men, or steal their bodies and identity. Maybe they make them puppets and turn all the men they mate with into mindless zombie slaves. Yeah. That must be it. Maybe Arlong was a mindless zombie slave to an angler fishwoman but he broke free before she could suck all of his life away.

Arlong is so cool."

What a NERD! laughed Peacock as she read the latest entry in Tatsube's personal journal.

▲Peacock reading Tatsube's personal journal.

Edited 2012-08-29 20:57 (UTC)

All. The. Win. <333

I actually want this happen now ffffffffff

There once was a freckled little brat
Who had an infamous orange hat
He grew big and strong
And his bounty quite long
But his fashion sense never recovered from that

There once was a sparkly bluebird
Whom everyone considered quite absurd
He told his men to get back
For common sense they did lack
But all his warnings went completely unheard

There once was a fishman named Arlong
Who loved to bandy about randy songs
But one day he sang one about Nami
And some things she did with salami
And now his dong just isn't as strong.

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Prompt: I whip my _______ back and forth!

Edited 2012-08-28 08:25 (UTC)

Captain's Dinner, who was lovingly called Din and didn't mind that in the slightest, did his best to whip his fin back and forth. He'd seen Navigational Hazard do it in order to endear herself to others. He knew it was an act, she was just trying to get them off their guard by being flirtatious the way Master did, but even Din had to admit it was charming. Maybe if he could figure out how it was done, he might get Splash to notice him.

Ah, Splash. A beauty of a Gyarados if ever he'd seen one. She was elegant and feisty and Din had been smitten at first glance, but she could be a little intimidating. Still, he'd never evolve into a Gyarados himself if he just gave up, and so he pressed on, doing his best to flop usefully rather than uselessly.

Din leaped into the air to try for the Tail Whip one more time, but only managed to dive headfirst into a bit of mud. He wiggled, trying to get up, but found himself quite stuck this time. He was just wondering to himself how he might get out of this literal mess when he felt something take hold of his fin and yank him high up into the air. His dorsals flared out in surprise. Then he caught a glimpse of shimmering blue scales.

"Oh, hey Splash," Din said, totally chagrined for the moment. Splash tossed him into the bit of lake before saying his name by way of greeting.

Din swam in a circle, rinsing the mud from his scales. Then he leaped out of the water again and hovered to chat.

"So uh. Did you see that awesome nosedive I did? Man, right into the dead center of that puddle. Yeah, I'm pretty awesome. It just comes naturally, yanno? Of course you know. You used to be a Magikarp too. We're the best, right? Your Master even says so, and he doesn't strike me as the type of guy who is impressed with just any-"

"Captain's Dinner," Splash interrupted, "Will you please shut up?"

Din obliged. Splash was outright terrifying when she got upset. "Shutted up."

Splash rolled her eyes, then fixed him with a level stare. "You can't use Tail Whip. Your anatomy is wrong for it."

"Oh," Din said. "Well, okay, but what if-"

"But!" Splash interrupted him again. "Once you evolve, you can glare at your opponents, and achieve a similar effect. Master calls it Leer."

Din tried leering. His bulbous eyes made it pretty impossible. "How was that?" he asked, with his eyes half closed.

Splash sighed, and began flying away. "Keep practicing!" she said, but if she were being encouraging or sarcastic, Din couldn't tell. So he smiled- after all, Splash had finally noticed him, even if she didn't acknowledge the full extent of his awesomeness just yet.

"I will!" he called out. "I'll be the best Leerer that ever was! You just wait, Splash! I'll even get you with it one day!"

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CHAOS THREAD. DRABBLE TIME!!!

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Maybe hedging a bit to PG-13ish territory?

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this is like the -sopp family thread alskjfas

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I hate you for this prompt :| :| :| :| You'll see why

I love this drabble. Have some randomness!

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