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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
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/
First Prompt:
Cold rain
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Moon River
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It was only quiet outside for a few seconds though before he caught the sound of singing. At first he was about to give up and go back inside, but it wasn't actually half bad. So he listened to the song, watching as the water slowly passed them by, with the moon reflecting off the top of it. Okay, maybe this wasn't so grating after all.
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Closing Time
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She took off her apron and went to the door, and paused, the sight of the sea catching her eye as it always did, glimmering with moonlight. It was so wide and Luffy was out there, with nakama now, thank goodness, but what a rough man he'd seemed to have fallen in with. Not that she was worried per se. That boy could smooth out anyone's rough edges. Even one who had seemed to be all rough edges and flinty points.
An arm slipped around her waist. Only one. And somehow between then and now she'd gotten used to it. There was the smell of whiskey that went with it and the smell of the sea, always that, briny and intoxicating but frightening too, in a way.
"You're leaving tonight," she said. He smelled too much of whiskey to stay around until the morning.
"I have things to do."
"Liar." But she spoke affectionately. "What happened to all your pirate's freedom?"
"Everything comes with a price," he said, pressing a rough whiskey kiss to her cheek. "Even freedom."
She turned her head to capture his mouth and it turned gentle because he was a gentleman after all. Calm on the surface but wild as sea waves. His hand brushed over her stomach absently like feeling the tune of a guitar and she took it and moved her mouth from his to kiss the backs of his fingers.
"We're closed, sir. Get out," she said, swatting her apron at him. He grinned and moved around her.
"As you wish," he said with a little bow and then turned away, just like that, to start back toward ship and sea, lamp light on his red hair, black coat swirling around him.
"And come back," she murmured, though if he heard, he gave no acknowledgement. He would come back, in some form or another. And when he did... She smiled and put a hand low on her belly. They would be waiting.
prompt
naked
Not Mags-Safe Sorry Mags XD ((Marco/Robin PG-15 warning for others))
"Ah? I surrender, eh," he kept his tone deadpan, but couldn't help the leer the crept over his face. "You win. Though now that you've caught me, what are you going to do with me?"
And that was when she started to get naked.
Marco really wished later that wasn't also the exact moment that they got interrupted. He still doubted that Shanks would keep his mouth shut and he was fairly certain Ace was going to kill him if Luffy ever asked about "naked wrestling." Yeah, Ace would definitely kill him.
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And that is why they can't have nice things.
Prompt: Fly!
I skipped to the prompt! Like a boss~
"Luffy, the hell?"
"Oh, sorry Zoro!"
...
SMACK!
"Oi, oi! What was that for?"
"Whoops, sorry Usopp. I'll get it this time for sure!"
...
"Luffy, so help me, if you lay a finger on Nami-chan I will fillet you myself and serve you to the rest of the crew!"
"But Sanji-"
"I said NO!"
"Perhaps this is what you were looking for?"
"Yeah! How did you catch it?"
"I have my ways. Let's have you chase it out on the deck, hm?"
"Okay!"
...
"Robin."
"Hm?"
"You knew it would get away."
"Well, Luffy, it is a housefly."
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Backwards
Good job ^_^
"WHAT?" everyone replied in confusion.
"Woh si eht rehtaew ereht tuo? Toh hguone rof uoy lla?" He continued merrily onward, much to even more confused responses. This did nothing to deter him, however. "Tahw?" He scoffed. "Reven draeh fo siht yadiloh? Woh das."
Robin wrote back, "siht ekil secnetnes eritne eb dluohs tI. emit a ta drow eno gnisrever ylno er'uoY. gnorw lla ti gniod er'ouy, nahc-driB tub, tuo toh etiuq s'ti, seY."
Dan taht saw yhw eh devol reh os hcum.
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Backwards cheat sheet translation for all that:
"Today is backwards day" Marco wrote into the journal.
"WHAT?" everyone replied in confusion.
"How is the weather out there? How enough for you all?" He continued merrily onward, much to even more confused responses. This did nothing to deter him, however. "What?" He scoffed. "Never head of this holiday? How sad."
Robin wrote back, "Yes, it's quite hot out, but Bird-chan, you're doing it all wrong. You're only reversing one word at a time. It should be entire sentences like this."
And that was why he loved her so much.
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Prompt: Red Rose
this is all your fault cc for encouraging the vista fascination
The bewilderment just grows as he's introduced to the man. ("This is Ace, the brat who wants to kill Pops that I told you about, yoi. Brat, this is Vista.") His mustache alone is a hell of a thing. Couple that with his interesting fashion sense and Ace is quickly rethinking everything he ever heard about him. When he finds out that not only does Vista tango with a rose in his mouth, he sings opera in the shower too, he starts to think that maybe, mmmmaybe, he's got a hold on what kind of guy this top hat wearing, Flower Sword wielding person is.
Then one night, mostly smashed and leaning heavily against Thatch's shoulder, he hears Vista tell the raunchiest shaggy dog story, and the pun at the end is the worst one he's ever heard in his life. And his view of Vista shifts just a little more. Months and months later, when he's chained to an execution platform and can't do anything but watch as one of his worst nightmares plays out in front of him, he sees his brother fighting against the World's Greatest Swordsman. For him, a brother he was never as close to as he was others. And he wonders if his view of Vista has been too shallow all this time.
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prompt: cold compresses
:D :D :D awwww BUT I LOVE IT SO IT'S A GOOD THING :P >> And sorry for this fic getting dark :|
"How are the stitches, sir?" Tashigi asks worriedly from the door. He can hear it in her voice, the shaking that never seems to fully cease, just get buried under more and more steel like her sword collection seems to cover it up. Still, she's trying to be as business-like as ever, which is just as well because he doesn't have the patience to do anything except throw up.
"Fine," he scowls.... and instantly regrets the action. Oh god his face should not be allowed to hurt from that expression. He needs that expression, it's the face he makes with it fifty times a day! He tries to ignore the pain and the way it tugs at the stitches and makes his vision throb even worse.
Tashigi quickly steps over and refreshes his cold compress. "Stop that or you'll pop them," she orders.
He glares at her with one half of his face instead, about to yell at her not to give him orders, but really the cold compress feels nice enough that he'll let it slide. Just this once.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQ4ZcA29xAE -- that song
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The Embrace, it was called in the town, since low, steep rock walls spread out to the sea like arms reaching out for affection, and it was most often frequented by lovers seeking privacy. That had certainly held true for her and Roger. It was here he'd first admitted the depth of his feelings for her, here where she'd first accepted them, here they were married, and here their child was conceived. Roger told her of his illness while they sat on that pile of rocks across the way, and he'd said his final goodbye to her here in the Embrace as well- pirates being the only sailors lacking enough sense to keep from sailing in to the rock-strewn shallows.
Rouge breathed deeply, enjoying the crisp breeze, but also calming herself and her oh-so-ready to be born child. Each day it was a little harder to hold on. Each day she felt her power ebb, and in the morning it returned, but not quite as much as she'd lost. When she was certain she was alone in the cove, she began to sing:
Too ra loo ra loo ra loo ra le
Hush now, don't you cry
Too ra loo ra loo ra loo ra li
That's an Irish lullaby
Oh I can hear that music
I can hear that song
Filling me with memories
Of a mother's love so strong
Its melody still haunts me
These many years gone bye
Too ra loo ra loo ra le
Until the day I die
"Until the day I die," Rouge repeated in a whisper. She risked a soft caress for her pregnant belly, loving as deeply the child within as she'd loved the man who sailed away. She didn't remember when she started singing a lullaby instead of a song of the sea, but it didn't matter. Roger had asked for a song to help him sail, he hadn't specified any one in particular. It was the act that counted, these few minutes each day- which now took hours from her day- spent in remembrance of what had been.
A young man's head peeked over the ridge, and Rouge heard girlish laughter behind. She smiled, met the youth's gaze and nodded, beginning to make her way over the crushed boulders. It was going to be a laborious walk home, after all. She'd just as well get started.
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Top Hat Luffy XP
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His partner in crime shhhed him, "It will, you'll see."
Chopper made sure to whisper though he didn't stop talking completely. "He's not a cyborg, and his hat isn't like Franky's cola, it doesn't supply his energy."
"You don't know that," Usopp insisted back in a whisper. "He always looks for it as much as Franky looks for cola. It could be the source of his unlimited energy and we just never knew. Remember when he wore the afro?"
Chopper nodded eagerly, but what kind of person would Luffy be with a top hat instead? The operation had to be maneuvered very carefully so as not to wake Luffy or freak him out with moving the straw hat to his back via the string on his neck, and the top hat went on top. "This reminds me of a time I had to switch a golden statue for a bag of sand," Usopp whispered.
"What happened?" Chopper whispered back.
"Oh it wasn't the right weight so the whole building collapsed after all and I only just barely made it out alive, but I, the Great Amazing Usopp made it out with the treasure in tact," and with that, the hat-switch was successful. "Now we just have to wait for him to wake up," Usopp nodded, half sure of his success, half curious if it really would do anything.
Luffy woke up, unconsciously recognized that the hat was on his neck and on his head, yet thought nothing of it. Like a zombie he got out of bed, went out of the room and perked up with Usopp and Chopper following and watching from the shadows. Luffy yelled, "SANJI!!!"
Usopp and Chopper shared a look, had it worked? Was the straw hat impeding their success?
"What the hell do you want?" Sanji growled from the doorway to the kitchen, only looking out to see if the girls were with them.
"Be a spiffing good chap and prepare some tea and crumpets for morning breakfast, won't you?" Luffy said and somehow found a monocle to place over an eye.
Sanji stared.
Sanji stared a long time.
And had absolutely nothing to say to that. It was too weird.
"I wish to read the morning paper, do any of you good fellows know if our navigator has finished with it?" Luffy asked cheerfully enough.
Usopp and Chopper had a brief moment of being freaked out that they broke their captain, remembered it was just the added hat, high-fived and fell into giggles all over the deck.
Sanji shot them a dirty look, "I don't know what you did, but leave him like this for a little while." And with that he went to make tea and crumpets, shaking his head at the absurdity of it.
Robin passed Luffy the newspaper, "I think you'll want to start with the leisure section, captain."
"Ah splendid! Thank you Robin!" Luffy sipped at the tea Sanji brought him.
"Next time we have to try a beret," Robin told her cohorts, quite pleased that she'd suggested such a strange thing in the first place.
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Beret / Any Other Hat Luffy
or
Darjeeling Tea Franky because he is seriously my favorite XD And I can't RP him just because I would CONSTANTLY make him drink things other than cola. /horrible
So this is pretty dark. I'd definitely call it PG-13, though it isn't explicit.
And she waited.
Soon the convulsions stopped. And after that, the deep snoring began. Robin stood up slowly, and made her way to the kitchen for water. She drank, then cleaned up, then walked to the prow. She was sure the lookout in the crow's nest could see her, but she didn't care. They'd all seen her, frail and half-starved.
She was done with them. The next time they made landfall...
That could be days. It was too much already.
Robin closed her eyes against the spray as they sailed over a large wave, but she didn't stop seeing. She never stopped seeing, except when the world was too terrible to look at.
They had a dinghy for shore excursions. And a lot of gunpowder in barrels. The men slept in the same room, sprawled out among the provisions. It worried her only a little that she no longer cared. If only she could find a flame.
One of the men smoked, she knew. She'd find his lighter later, after bundling up her clothes and some food and a log pose. If he woke up while she was looking- well. Perhaps it was better, sometimes, to remain unclothed than to have your true intent laid bare for others to see.
Years later, a prisoner in a gilded tower, Robin decided the opposite was true. Her tears restored, she let her wish fly naked across the bottomless gulf and into the arms of her waiting nakama.
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something silly
awwww Robin ;;
She opened her door to berate him and tell him to knock it off, but just wound up staring in shock instead.
"What are you wearing?" she asked quietly, eyes starting to sparkle in amusement.
Smoker froze dead in his tracks as he glanced at the pirate. Busted. "Nothing," he scowled, despite turning as bright red as the scarlet Santa costume he was sporting. "Go back to sleep, you're dreaming."
"Your reindeer is too loud Santa-san," oh yes, she was amused. This would provide blackmail for years to come.
"I know," Smoker folded his arms. "That's why I'm trying to train it to be lighter in time for Christmas. And it's a stantler. Now shut up and let me work."
"Did you get me any presents?" she laughed lightly.
"Have you been naughty or nice?" he grumped in return, still blushing fairly red at having been caught.
Robin just smiled secretly, "Aren't you supposed to be the one with the list?"
"Yeah, and you're on it. Get back to bed, woman."
Robin just laughed again, but finally pretended to shut her door. She kept it open just a crack to watch a little longer.
Such a silly man.
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Prompt: Something Beautiful (both words are the prompt, I don't mean the drabble has to be beautiful though that's your call, I'm sure I'll love them all XD)
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I'm crossing you in style some day"
Robin doesn't know who lives below her, but sometimes, on late nights when even this city sleeps, she hears him. His voice is low and plaintive and it always reminds her of the call of a dying loon, seeking a mate across the mirrored waters before the last piping breath. Always the same song.
"Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way..."
She's hearing him now, singing a capella, gentle voice lifting and rising above the noise of the cars below. She sits on the window frame and rests her head against the wood. Cat-san jumps on her lap and listens, too, ears perked forward. There is something different about his voice tonight. More solemn. More soft.
"Two drifters off to see...see the world..." His voice breaks and she hears a ragged gasp. She closes her eyes.
"There's such a lot of world to see," she sings, low and then stronger so he can catch the words that drop below. An intake of breath. A shakey laugh and somehow, they both know when to start again.
"We're after the same rainbow's end
Waiting round the bend
My Huckleberry Friend.
Moon River and me...."
Prompt
Breakfast
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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
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"Long time no see, Ace. Sorry it took me so long to get here."
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prompt: white satin
Maybe hedging a bit to PG-13ish territory?
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!
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"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)
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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
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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
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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
this is like the -sopp family thread alskjfas
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
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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."
prompt
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdzX2VjCDZs&feature=g-vrec
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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)
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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
I hate you for this prompt :| :| :| :| You'll see why
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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
I love this drabble. Have some randomness!
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."
▲Peacock reading Tatsube's personal journal.
\o/
I actually want this happen now ffffffffff
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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!
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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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