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ライプク

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a little belated whirl for neavi's birthday (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

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'Lived long enough to become the villain'

Throughout her years, the wine haired woman had come to learn: At its core, humanity is selfish and arrogant;that kindness and mercy was almost always returned with cruelty; and above all, that children were the only hope to change the previous two facts.

With the devastation brought upon Vine Island while under her command, Annemarie chose to leave her failure behind and took to the sea to execute her own form of justice.  She could no longer count how many had died by her hand, and she couldn't say that she cared. They had no longer deserved to live, be they marine, pirate or civilian.

If she could cull the world of even a fraction of the scum lurking the world, she would be pleased.

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Leave 'Lived long enough to become the villain' to get a glimpse of my muse being a villain.

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I wish I could master the art of posing like Whirl did.

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The woman doesn't refute his slip of tongue, the knowing spark in her eyes growing with her smile. It was dangerous to show it given the boys unstable state, but as they hadn't yet to become nothing but a pile of burnt limbs, her own slip of control was forgivable.

The silent standoff drags on far too long for her taste, given that they were still being hunted. Although she had culled the ranks of the mob chasing them not long ago, there were certainly more to come. With luck news wouldn't spread nearly as fast as the child's existence that she was a devil fruit user. Surprise attacks and traps worked much better when they weren't expected.

None of that would matter though if her conflicted charge killed them both.

Finally he breaks the tension with a firm order. Annmarie thinks that had life be kinder, he could have been a good leader, maybe even a marine. He certainly had the tone and look down for serious situations.

"Understood." With her expression as relaxed as it was previously, the lieutenant carefully takes the explosive collar from Ace, and then with only a small grimace snaps it around her neck. Her heart is hammering in her chest in protest, every instinct screaming how suicidal and stupid this is- just turn it to gold and carry the kid. There was no telling just how badly the boy was emotionally scared or unstable he could be. Trying to earn his cooperation or trust wasn't worth dying.

The collar is already tight around her neck, heavy and pressing in unpleasantly when she swallowed. It was too late to go back.

"Shall we continue?"

Price of Blood || grapesingold & littleaceofspades

"It’s not too much for me," the little boy snapped before he could reign himself in, those deadly eyes becoming slits of anger. What makes you any different from them? You bought me. There hardly seemed like a difference between them and her, and the only reason he’d kind of helped her until that point was because he didn’t want to get blown sky-high. Alone. If he was going to get blown up, he would certainly be taking someone with him.

Dark eyes gained a calculating edge, sweeping over her as he contemplated his options. Yes, he could blow them up. It was the easiest solution by far, considering he didn’t plan to be anyone’s slave. But the collar was off him and if she was so damn proud, then she could at least put her money where her mouth was. 

If she was going to make it sound like she was helping, then it wouldn’t matter if she gave a little incentive for him to believe if. The hand holding the collar lifted out towards her, the one with the remote retracting to rest protectively near his body. Whatever her devil fruit powers were, he felt confident he could press the trigger before there was much chance for anything else.

"Put it on." Every ounce of authority Ace contained was put into that command, his eyes burning with his challenge. I don’t know what your game is, but if you won’t put it on then I don’t want to play it. Putting it on said that he was in control and told him that the little bit in her eyes that looked like something akin to ‘I’m helping you’ that he saw wasn’t his imagination. 

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"It could, but I wouldn't worry too much about that." It did bring up the concern of the clothes burning, and so she decides an extra set of everything would be wise. "Experience mostly, but you never really know until you've tried something on. If you're done now, I can show you."

Caged Life || GrapesinGold & LittleBirdofMyth

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With the melody charming the mermaid out of depression, the bird sings for several minutes more, finding she enjoyed expressing herself. With her song done, she hops around and tilts her head before taking off to fly before Shirahoshi briefly and then continuing on her way through the castle. There was still much she needed to find out before the spell ended, and with wings hopefully no one would be able to stop her.

'For Oda's sake.' Of course that would upset the tender-heart girl. There was nothing she could say to console her, or in general, speech reduced to chirps and trilling songs.

Hopping around to better face the mermaid, she tries to make use of what she has and sings.

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"No matter how deep the night, it always turns to day, eventually."

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skypiea?? on We Heart It.

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That one time Choppers antlers flew off

Infancia arruinada ._____.

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