#Ace is hot

[supersparxz]

Summary: Then there’s Portgas D. Ace. She had so many questions about him. She hadn’t read everything the press had to say, but he’s one of the most captivating people she’s met in a long time. Why was he so reckless? Where did his spirit for adventure come from? What inspired him to be so kind? Where did he start? Where was he going next? Why inspired him to be a pirate?

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The infamous journalist ‘Buddy’ wanted to find an answer to these questions, but was it worth risking everything she’s built for herself; was giving what little she had worth the exchange for the thrilling life she craved?

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Oops 🙊 loved Ace too much. If you love him too go ahead and take a read at my new story. It’s got THREE, count em, THREE juicy chapters already out. Features Ace two years before the start of one piece.

Here’s a cute excerpt from chapter 3:

“What happened?” Enilah asked, trying to look closer at the leg he held close.

“Something bit me and it hurts too much to even…”

The last of his words left airly as he went still. His eyes widened open at the same time, as if in the night sky he saw the most terrifying thing in his life. To Enilah, it seemed like he had realized something, a paralyzing thought. She would even go as far as to say she knew what it was. It was a familiar expression, the one you got when your mind curses you with the impending feeling of doom as you stared death in the face, as if pushing you to think of a last ditch chance at escape. He slumped, eyes still wide open. His chest stilled. She could hear the last wispy breath that he took.

“Hey. Hey! Did he… hey, wait, don’t get close.”

She said her respects under her breath and ran a palm over his eyes to close them. “He’s dead.”

“Y-Yeah, but aren’t you…”

Enilah didn’t mind Taine as she presumed to rest a hand on the dead man's head.

As if flowing into a lucid dream, his memories began to play vividly at a fast pace, scene by scene, as if they were her own in her mind. The young woman would never get used to the jarring sense of reality, no matter how quick they went by. Being there, conscious, seeing it all from his perspective.

She sifted through older memories, blowing past anything recent. Five months back. Two years back. Three years back. 10 years back. Socializing was never a strong suit of his and he’d find a reason to fight with people, with or without a war. Just a regular thug, no new or interesting info. She was very thankful most of this stuff won’t clog her memory with more detail than blurs of color.

Enilah sped forward the memory scrolling, then back, then forth once again almost yet again going past the memory that caught her eye around one year back. This one was more vivid than the rest. A distinct memory, one where she doesn’t have to waste time trying to piece together. He was getting a tattoo, sat in a leather chair and holding back tears. The coward. Murder, brawls, and wars were fine but needles he drew the line.

She slowed around there, getting frustrated. She couldn’t find what she saw. He had his eyes closed and looked away for the most of it, even when the tattoo artist asked if the placement was fine. His body was trembling as buzzing filled the room and sharp pokes went into his left arm. She couldn’t feel it, but he certainly thought it was the most painful thing in the world.

There was one moment though, just a slight one when he did look. His memories soared too fast to make any distinctions but she was positive there was something about the design he was getting that brought something Taine said back to mind.

“Based on a few stupid tattoos.”

Just some more scrolling–here! It was here. His head slowly began to turn and she could just see the design-

‘Baroque Works?’

Her body jerked away, ripping her vision fully back to the man lying in the sand and her awareness highenting to the chill and darkness of the night.

“Get away! He was stung!”

His hand was off of her before she could shrug it away. She scowled at him, against her better judgment. “Don’t do that so suddenly…” She dropped the scowl immediately and replaced it with a polite expression. “Ahem, please.”

He pointed to the dead man's neck, which was slowly beginning to turn a purplish hue, “his skin is turning purple. That's the mark of a scorpion! It can still be around, we have to get out of this area.”

She couldn’t argue with that. Her chagrin dwindled, but her determination and grit stayed firm. She was so close. “Wait, if I-“

The ground began to rumble, sand trembling. It sounded almost like elephants stomping in unison. Her head turned to where it came from, just beyond the bottom of the dune.

Sand began to rise and no sooner did it click what was causing it. Emerging from the ground was a dark, large, lizard-like beast. Its name, Sandora Dragon, was fitting. The menacing lizard was probably the largest animal that Alabasta had to offer and responsible for most travelers' deaths; its teeth were practically for decoration. You’d be swallowed whole before it could properly bite.

Not even fully out of the sand, she could see its slitted, slowly opening eyes, glowing like radiated yellow disks trained solely on them.

Yet, Enilah stayed put, rapidly switching her gaze between the rising lizard and the still body. Could she just roll up his sleeve? Oh, to hell with seeing the tattoo! She didn’t mind taking the gamble and just plunging in if it meant gaining extremely pertinent information. There is at least one minute or so before it reached them, she could risk–

Enilah once more was yanked, but didn’t resist it as much. “That thing will kill us both just as quick, we can’t stay!”

He was right. She allowed his grip to stay on her as they dashed up the sand hill. Once over it, he let go of her. She ran in whatever direction that was away from the camp. She knew it would do her no good. She could hear it closing in, its stomp like crawling rupturing the sand beneath her own feet.

Enilah pumped her legs faster and glanced around the area, almost staggering once she noticed Taine was gone. She didn’t even notice they split up. She hoped for his safety but cursed her luck.

“Why does it still have to be chasing me!?”

She craned her neck around and analyzed the charging beast, its sharp, white teeth the clearest to see as it gaped its disgusting, wide mouth open eagerly.

[aroacearchangel]

hey. do whatever you want btw. it’s your identity. kiss people for fun. enjoy sex. nobody’s stopping you. being aro and/or ace doesn’t mean you have to be repulsed by romantic or sexual activities if you don’t want to.

and also! things only mean what you meant them to mean. you can have platonic sex and platonically make out with your friends. it’s true. just be sure to communicate so that everyone involved understands and you’re good.

[housecow]

sooo hard to grab just a handful. there’s so much of me nowadays 🫣

[pikechris]

yeah the doctor hasn't kissed a man since 2005 but they also haven't kissed anyone on screen since missy in 2014. ten actual years. do you understand the significance of this

[im-still-watching-anime]

apollo’s confidence in court: oh my god i’m the worst lawyer ever my client is going to go to JAIL because i can’t even do my JOB

apollo’s confidence outside of court: i’m the only smart one here, i’m the most normal guy in the world and NO ONE is doing it like i am, investigations are EASY, klavier gavin wants me carnally

[mistilteinn-magolor]

ANNOUNCING THIS TO THE WORLD (OF TUMBLR)-- IM ACE!!! IM FINALLY QUEER LOL

[tj-crochets]

The progress pride quilt top is done!!!

[mica-pm2]

edgelord

[ellieisbored3537]

I accidentally sent this to a random gc full of homophones but I spammed hottogo lyrics to cover it up. My friends thought it was silly.

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[min-kit]

I just love that Buck's bisexual awakening was this absolute unit of a man who is even bigger than he is & is realistically probably in his 40s. Like yeah, give some love to the hunky older men, I get you Buck. I get you.

[professor-beaker]

Aroace culture is being THE BEST at never have i ever

[embrace-your-illithid]

Empy you CAN'T just keep ceremorphing the witnesses

[keineahnung-ichhalt]

a world where being gay is the norm and straight is a minority

[kuhuhukun]

Razzle dazzle ✨

[doctorsiren]

Summertime Rainstorm