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yooo so cool that you do writeblr interviews!! honestly that's really really cool!
how often to you do them and how do you choose who to interview! is it possible to suggest writeblrs?
love your interviews and you ask such great questions. I hope you get to interview your fave author(s)!
Thank you so much!!
I do interviews whenever people are interested, but recently I got a lot of attention on Instagram so I've got a bit of a backlog and they're going up (roughly) once a month!
When I first started this, I would ask friends directly for interviews so most of the earlier ones were my mutuals. Now I'm trying to focus more on promoting self published/indie/small press authors, especially if they are already published or have new books coming up. When someone asks for an interview and I don't know their work, I'll ask for a copy of the book and time to read and review it. Once I'm more familiar with the story, then I also know better what questions to ask and we can move ahead with scheduling. I do them over zoom or discord call and there's normally 10ish questions that I'll send ahead of time. I don't heavily edit the videos but I'll clean up any interruptions and make a transcript before posting.
I'm not super picky about who I choose to interview, but I'm trying to build an audience in the middle grade/YA Fantasy space so those might get preference. That being said, my most recent interviews have been for adult queer romance, poetry, and contemporary romance, so anything outside of erotica and high spice romance is really fair game because again, trying to keep this mostly kids appropriate. I reserve the right to give an honest review so I can't promise 5/5 stars every time, but I'll always be encouraging and friendly and ask engaging questions. I'm here to support my fellow authors even if our tastes don't match perfectly it doesn't mean we can't still help each other.
You can absolutely suggest writeblrs! Just make sure they're ok with it first, or better yet, just send them my information so they can reach out to me. I'll happily add them to the list. If anyone reading this is interested, my DMs and email are both good ways to contact me!
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So how's the campaign for helping people who would rape and behead you? And how is it knowing you took the side of a rapist and his screenshots.
Oh and you spelled his name wrong btw. You better show the screenshots to your discord AQG. Or I'll do it for you.
You never cared about him, I saw the "It's not my business" I guess you were never his friend because your true friends are the queers who talk to 14 year old boys who trans them. Pretty sad but hey that says more about you since you didn't care about what Faber did.
So, you're threatening to dox me? Well, we can share the screenshots on here, I'm more than happy to, but that's up to you :)
Oh, and thanks for letting me live in your head rent free, it's nice to know someone is going through the effort of getting me UwU.
Alrighty, let's go over this shit I order, hm?
Yes. I am fighting for the Palestinians. No, they wouldn't rape and behead me, but keep dreaming, asshole.
Also, go for! Truth be told, I don't even know what screenshots you're on about (i have a lot cas of all the types of assholes I've ran into), so you will have to elaborate on the specifics. Do you want the ones of mine and Lucky's last convo? Chat's with his burner? Literally, you need to tell me, I suck at guessing games, so I'm more than happy to go over it in dms.
I want to help you, babes, so come on! Let's not go public with our affairs, you flirt ;)
Also, I did care for him. We were mates for 3 or so years. I tried to help him, I loved him like a brother, and he did this shit. He hurt a lot of people, me included. It broke my heart when I found out what he did. I could go into detail, but someone else (x2) already knows about my anguish (hint, it's probably you, Lucky).
Look, if he's dead, as I've stated, I'm sorry for his family's loss. However, if he's alive, it's not my problem anymore.
Truth be told, I've moved on as best I can. I made my peace, you should too. Because your goal, whatever it may be, doesn't have anything to do with me. I didn't go out and say he was a pedo, I just told him never to talk to me again. I never told him to do stupid shit, I just blocked him and told him never to talk to me again.
Finally, I don't even know who you're referencing in the last line, but I will say this:
You can't 'Trans' kids, you dense cabbage.
Sincerely,
Go fuck yourself, you pussy-ass bitch.
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Oh, I forgot to add; I did care about what Faber did. They went after people I cared about, as well as minors. If I could have said something about them, I would have, but it wasn't my place to do so, especially because I was asked (not told) not to.
Once again, go fuck yourself:)
#again#this is the most effort you can put into getting me#im flattered#seriously#but seriously#feel free to chat with me in the dms#on your acc#because i am hapoy to talk this out#but if you keep wanting to hide behind annon hate#you go do that#just be coherent#ik that sounds hypocritical#but still#i am happy to chat and sort this out#but threats and bs aint the way to go#like i keep saying#I've moved on#do the same
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this blog is and has always been a vent blog so if you don't wanna hear me cry and rant just don't look? I had such a good day today with my bf as he took me out on a little date day. He paid for my hair and nails and got me food and just cuddled. He apologized since he knows he's a fault. I forgive him, some internet drama isn't gonna break my relationship. He was really just pissed off over people making fun of our characters and my art. It's funny watching the people against me post that he's me of he's not real as if I haven't been posting about him for years on numerous of accounts.
Still though I'm sad. Like really fucking sad. I was bullied and made fun of behind my back by a artist I still really respected and then had my characters ripped apart. Characters I really adore. I even lost some of the art I was given and I had some artists I commissioned that I've been trying to contact again. It's like every month something shitty happens to me. I get a blink of happiness and just get teared down. I've always been depressed and even suicidal. The only coping mechanism I had was my art and is and I'm not even allowed to enjoy those anymore. Life feels so bleek. All this started because of some dumb cat oc. I just want to go back to my life a couple months ago. When I didn't have to be constantly dmed by people asking me to expose miorjah, or people showing me what miorjah said, or what they're up to. I can't even focus on my studies, I'm already broke, I can barely pay bills. Only thanks to the influx of commisions have I been making it by. So thank you to those people. But I feel so unmotivated. Even drawing now I just cry. I cry over characters I originally had a connection to but can't even look at without thinking of people who hate me.
What sucks is even through this I can't just disappear. I still need to make money, I still need to finish commissions and ychs. I'm being forced to keep staying in an environment where I'm contestantly being beat down. I'm not even allowed to move on apparently as every post I make gets discussed like I'm some terrible problematic person. Even the most innocent of things like me advertising my commissions, only to learn miorjahs fans are telling my clients to not commision me. Or me posting the writings of my ocs. Only for people to say I'm a bad writer and that my stories copy miorjahs. I can't even ignore everything, I've blocked and deleted so many crude messages and comments. But it's too overwhelming, I literally go into a panic attack every Dm I get because I don't know what will be there when I open it. I've havent really spoken on my mental state during this situation but it's broken. I've been broken down, congrats to miorjah, you won. You got what you wanted, my archive is banned. My art is hated, and nobody wants me around anymore. Can't wait for someone to dm me their celebration of my takedown on their discord even though I don't want to see it.
I would beg to be left alone but that's harrassment according to toyhouse. I'm gonna go quiet and just post art and keep writing when I can. I can't interact with the art community anymore.
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In Chains [Chapter Fourteen] Trust [Trafalgar Law]
A/n: it's been so long since I've updated this story. I apologize. And I appreciate the fans who jumped on my ass about updating. Thank you.
Also, I have a friend on discord who would like to collaborate with another OP writer on a piece. He has an account on AO3 under mrdragon21. If you are interested please contact me or him for more information. His ideas for the collaboration are a set of Aus in which Luffy eats mythical zoan fruit that he will use to become the king of pirates and gather a massive harem (with lemon). If you are interested, DM me.
Warning(s): trauma, bad dreams, violence, fighting.
The clink of chains was but a whisper compared to the uproar around her; each voice shouted hate at Samira, some wished for death and others begged for her to be exiled. She reckoned either would be better than the trauma she had to face, being marched through the town in heavy chains as an example.
She kept her head down regardless and walked at a slower pace than the guards escorting her. They never slowed down or sped up, making her punishment much worse.
But nothing compared to what came next.
A child Samira passed and tossed a cluster of red earth at her, striking her side. But he wasn't the only one. Adults too began to throw clusters at her; some struck her back and lugs, but one hit her directly in the face, sending clumps into her hair. Her tears only made it worse, turning the earth into mud. And by the time Samira was through town, her face was stained with it.
She begged the guards to stop, but neither did as they were under orders not to. They turned and escorted her back the way she came and the torture started again.
Samira woke with a start and sat up. It took her a moment to realize that she was not in chains but wrapped in a warm blanket with her crewmate beside her, fast asleep. She took an uneasy breath and brushed her damp bangs from her sweat-covered forehead, checking her hands to see that they were not covered in mud. The pain she underwent was still present as if her nightmare had supernatural power over her.
Thank the heavens it was over. Samira sighed and laid back down. She was scared to go back to sleep, but it was apparent that the sun had yet to rise. What was she to do?
Turning to her side, she snorted as she looked at Ikkaku. The woman in question had her mouth wide open; her lipstick was smeared a bit, but she looked rested. How was she able to ignore her fear and sleep? She too was affected by the cactus juice. Samira didn't understand it. Perhaps the said woman was just stronger than her.
She put her arm around Ikkaku and pressed her face against her arm.
"Samira?" Ikkaku questioned with a start.
"Did I wake you?" Samira asked.
Ikkaku hummed in reply and opened her eyes.
"It's fine. Are you okay?"
"I had a bad dream," Samira replied.
Ikkaku raised a brow.
"Was it related to the hallucination?" She asked.
Samira took an uneasy breath, then shook her head. She wasn't ready to tell her the entire story, but she did owe her an explanation for waking her up.
"I've been ignoring my past for some time I just thought the trauma would be easy to ignore. But it's caught up to me."
It was a matter of time, Samira reckoned. Arsenio was right about her never being free, not only from her nightmares but from her trauma too.
"I don't know if there is anything I can say to ease your fears, but as long as you remain with us, we'll protect you," Ikkaku uttered.
Samira smiled softly.
"That's not too reassuring, I know," Ikkaku added with a laugh. "But our captain is one hell of a pirate and he won't let those assholes from your hometown hurt you."
Would Law protect her? Hadn't he already? He saved her from Arsenio and even made a deal with Daryllyn to keep Diana from killing her.
"I trust you all, even Law," Samira retorted. Her face heated up, but she was thankful that Ikkaku could not see her blushing.
The said woman grinned and rested her tired eyes. Samira did the same, but for the next hour or so she sat in silence with her thoughts. What was Law planning? Samira had no idea why he wanted to take her home – perhaps Daryllyn shared more than how to catch Diana off guard with him – but one thing was certain, she knew that once she returned home, her journey with the Heart Pirates would be at an end.
Samira only wished that she had more time with them.
The next time Samira woke she felt much better and rested. But where was Ikkaku? Perhaps she had joined the crew. Samira rose out of bed and located her cloak on the writing table where she left it. Her spare change of clothes was in the bag she had to abandon in the trench, but she was due for a bath. Dressing, she packed up her belongings and walked towards the canteen.
As she had thought, the crew was seated around a table, eating. Samira took the seat between Shachi and Ikkaku, motioning for a waitress to take her order. She wasn't too hungry, but she reckoned that she'd better eat before they left.
Once her food arrived she picked at it until Law walked into the canteen. He looked worse than before like he barely slept.
"Did you find out anything?" Bepo asked, upon seeing him.
Law shook his head.
"We need to be cautious as we enter New Kelna," he mentioned. "It's overseen by the Marines. There is a base in town that we need to steer clear of."
Samira narrowed her eyes. That explained the marine vessels the crew witnessed circling the island. But how were they meant to avoid them?
"Once we arrive in New Kelna, the seven of us will split into three groups to avoid drawing attention," Law went on to explain. "The materials for the sub are what we came for, so it's the most important. Jean Bart and Bepo are in charge of gathering them. Then Shachi, Penguin, and Ikkaku will restock the supplies we need for our journey back."
Wait! Did that mean Samira was with Law? Her eyes widened. Why did he choose her? Her face heated up.
His tired eyes met hers for a brief moment, then he averted them.
"Amunet-ya and I have high bounties on our heads, so we'll remain together and in disguise."
Disguise? In what? Samira was confused.
"I ... don't have any spare clothes," Samira mentioned. "Mine was left in the cave."
"Borrow some from Ikkaku," Law ordered.
She glanced at the said woman seeing her agree with a nod.
Samira wasn't sure about Law's plan, but he had never let her down before, so it didn't take much to convince her, and for the next few hours the crew prepared; their task was simple.
Or so they thought.
For such a small town, New Kelna was thriving. People were everywhere; Marines included. It was a good thing Samira and Law were in disguise, walking down the road toward the square.
If only this outfit wasn't so strange.
Why did Ikkaku insist Samira wear a dress? It was cute, made of maroon-colored lace and silk with romper shorts, but not something she cared much for. It wasn't suited much for the desert, not like the yellow button-down and sunglasses that Law was wearing. He looked good, but Samira could see that the heat was bothering him.
"You never mentioned it back at the camp, but what are we meant to do?" She asked. The others had a common goal, but she wasn't certain what she was supposed to do.
"We're meant to keep things running smoothly for the others," Law replied as he readjusted his sword on his shoulder.
What did that mean? Samira sighed.
"Can we at least stop at a canteen for a drink? You look like you need one."
"I'm fine," Law declared.
Samira narrowed her eyes in annoyance. He was a terrible liar. She could see that his persistent lack of sleep was impacting him. Crossing her arms beneath her chest she groaned.
"For a doctor, you care nothing for your health."
Law snorted.
"Have you been talking to my crew, Amunet-ya?"
"Who else am I going to complain to?" Samira teased.
Taking an uneasy breath, Law turned his eyes to her.
"I'll rest when we are back on the sub. My stamina takes a massive hit when I overuse my Devil Fruit ability and since we've been here, I've not--"
Law paused knowing that he had said too much.
"Forget it. You should worry more about yourself than about me."
"I should, but I can't; not when I've put my trust in you," Samira retorted.
The pirate captain snorted.
"You may come to regret that."
"Perhaps. I don't have much of a choice anymore, not when you hold my heart in your hands," she mentioned.
It was meant as a jab toward him, but hearing it out loud made her turn red in embarrassment.
"Speaking of which," Samira added. "When do you plan to give it back? There's no pain, but the cube-shaped hole in my chest is an eyesore."
"It takes nothing away from your charm, Amunet-ya," Law mentioned with a grin.
He had no plans for her. There was no reason to get hasty and return the heart to her just yet. Law watched her crimson-colored eyes avert in embarrassment; an action that he found rather cute. She wasn't used to compliments it seemed, even ones meant to rouse her.
Samira cleared her throat. She needed a change in topic.
"I never thanked you earlier. Without you, I could have hurt the others."
"It was a mistake on my part," Law mentioned with a frown. "Your Devil Fruit is dangerous in some aspects, and whatever hallucination you suffered through caused it to flare."
He was curious about what she saw, but he opted not to ask; not yet anyway. Whatever happened to her was traumatic enough to force her power to spike and he wasn't sure asking her about it wouldn't send her into a panic.
Samira raised her hand and stared at her open palm.
"It's not much, but I am slowly learning to use it. Bolts seem to be easier to control since they are comprised of compressed chaos in small amounts. But like the crate back on Sakra Village, anything they touch explodes."
Law raised a brow. Bolts? Was that the name she coined it? He recalled her using them on the mast of the Marine ship. They had distance and even a small amount caused so much damage.
"Have you learned anything informative?" He asked.
Samira hummed and turned her eyes to him in excitement.
"I learned that my body acts as a vessel to store chaos, based on the information Arsenio gave you. And not only that but I can use it in various ways and quantities. For instance, on a scale from 1 to 10, bolts take the smallest amount of chaos and do the smallest amount of damage. The upside is that as long as there is no source, I can't store any."
Law hummed in interest. She must have experimented with the amounts based on the training she did in Sakra Village. But one thing still bothered him.
"Am I to assume there is a 10 on your scale?"
Samira took an uneasy breath and shook her head.
"Shockwaves are strong enough to level buildings. I know now that storing too much can cause me to eventually lose control, expelling it in waves in all directions with me in the center. I can't stop it either as it seems to be linked to me specifically."
"Your emotions," Law furthered.
Samira hummed in agreement.
As long as she didn't get upset, she wouldn't lose control of the stored chaos. Her power was both interesting and frightening in Law's opinion.
"Are bolts and shockwaves all you can do?" He asked.
"I can send out weak pulses but the returning wave is sometimes destructive depending on the objects around me. And I seem to be able to infuse objects with chaos," Samira answered. Her face heated up. "I may have accidentally shattered a plate onboard the Polar Tang once while training."
Law gave her a heated look. He would have to ask her not to experiment on his sub ever again. Opting not to scold her, he hummed and led her to the square. A large statue of a maiden stood in the middle; the sword and shield she carried made Law question the decision, but he ignored it and turned his back to it, observing the area.
"Are you able to infuse people as well?" Law asked suddenly.
Samira hummed. She wasn't certain.
"It's possible. Why do you ask?"
"Your power has reached me twice before," he answered.
Samira widened her eyes. Had it? She didn't know.
"I'm sorry, Law. I wasn't aware."
The pirate averted his eyes. Since when did she start calling him by his name?
"You know, if you'd unfurl your brow a bit, you'd be rather cute," he recalled her saying before, albeit she had been under the influence of the hallucinogenic cacti when she said it, so he wasn't sure she meant it.
Did he want her to? His face heated up as he thought about it.
"It's fine," Law mentioned beneath his breath.
A wiring noise drew his attention to a foreign vehicle as a marine steered it through the square. It glided over the ground using what appeared to be Dials - he didn't know there were various types. Law hummed in interest. He was grateful for the distraction, but also because he had an idea. Whatever the vehicle's purpose was, it looked suited for the sand, and it was large enough to sit his crew and the materials.
"Come on. We have to go," he ordered. He walked around Samira and toward the direction the marine went in.
The woman raised a brow.
"Go where?"
"To secure us a ride," Law answered.
Turning her attention, she noticed the vehicle and raised a brow; she had never seen anything like it. But based on the insignia on the side, it was strictly for navy use only.
"Law? I--"
"It's risky and as much as I don't like the idea of stealing from the navy, we need it. Another mishap in the desert will be much worse for us without something to tow the materials in," Law explained.
He had a point, she reckoned. Samira took an uneasy breath and followed closely as the marine led her and Law to a small naval base; the latter motioned for her to remain hidden along the wall of an adjacent building, but she peeked around him, leaning close to the pirate captain as she did.
A marine with a bo staff was standing guard outside; he allowed the man on the skiff to enter, then resumed his duty.
"How do we get in?" Samira asked.
Law grinned.
"How good are you at acting?
Acting? Samira had a terrible feeling she knew what he meant. She listened to Law explain the plan and then took an uneasy breath and hurried toward the marine with tears in her eyes.
The said man saw her and raised the staff in a warning.
"Ma'am––"
Samira raised her hands.
"Please... please h-help me. My brother fainted near the wall." She pointed in the direction. "He isn't responding to me and I can't move him. Please."
The marine widened his eyes. He wasn't supposed to leave his post, but the woman seemed desperate. Clutching the staff in his hand, he nodded.
"Where did you say he was?" He asked.
Samira almost grinned. She motioned for him to follow and led him over to the wall where Law was waiting, but once she walked around it, she noticed in shock that he wasn't there.
"Where is your brother, ma'am?" The marine asked.
"Um... he––"
The man grunted, then suddenly fell forward on the ground unconscious. His eyes were white and his mouth was wide open. Law stood behind him with his sword raised; the blade was still sheathed to Samira's relief.
"Not bad," Law mentioned as he leaned down beside the man.
Samira gave him a heated look. He didn't say that he was going to disappear on her.
I should have known, she thought.
With a sigh she watched Law pick up the bo staff and offered it to her. Samira raised a brow in question.
"Shachi once told me that you knew how to use one of these," the pirate mentioned. "He said you took down a bounty hunter with it."
He told Law about that? Samira felt her face heat up. She took the staff from him and clutched the smooth metal in her hand.
"The one I had was extendable, but this doesn't feel much different; a bit lighter."
Law grinned. It was good enough. He stood up and raised his hand making a room. For a second it wavered, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Samira, but quickly he moved them.
"Does your ability usually do that?" She asked as she squeezed her eyes shut. She heated being moved so suddenly.
"When I'm at my limit," Law answered. He was exhausted. The fact he was able to use it for so long was surprising.
Samira narrowed her eyes.
"Then stop. You're being reckless with your power."
She honestly had no idea why.
Law glared at her.
"Don't order me around. I hate that."
Samira grabbed his sleeve. Her eyes softened.
"Please Law. Give it a rest."
"We need to keep moving," the said man mentioned as he yanked his sleeve away from her. Those sad, concerned eyes were starting to affect him. And worse off, she gave him a look of disappointment as he ignored her.
Samira turned her eyes away from Law and glanced around. He had moved them onto the parapet along the wall inside the base. She glanced down at the bailey and noticed several marines marching around. But where was the vehicle?
"I see it."
She pointed to the far wall of the castle where four vehicles were parked. Two marines were posted next to them.
We need to knock them out and take one, but I don't think the helpless civilian trick will work again, Samira thought to herself.
So how were they meant to do it?
"Don't miss," Law ordered. He raised his hand.
Don't miss what?
Suddenly he and Samira appeared behind the two marines; the latter raised her eyes in shock, watching Law strike one of them with his sword. The other turned to his coworker in fright, but before he could open his mouth, Samira brought her staff down on top of his head and knocked him out too.
"What in the hell? What if I had missed?"
Law frowned at her outburst and shushed her with a tattooed finger.
“Be quiet, Amunet-ya. There are still marines running around."
He stepped over the unconscious bodies and to one of the vehicles, climbing aboard to see what he was working with. There was a button near the wheel, most likely to activate the dials, and two peddles. But no way to reverse it.
“We can't afford to get backed into a corner," Law whispered. “Or else we have to manually get out a turn this thing."
That seemed like a major design flaw in Samira's opinion. She climbed onto the back and stood next to Law.
“Where is the crew waiting?"
“I told them to meet in the shopping district. It's near the front gate, a street over," Law answered.
She guessed that it was good that Law had planned out their trip, though he was wearing himself out in the process. Perhaps he was just stressed considering how off-course the entire plan had gone since they arrived on the island.
“We need to leave," Law added as he pressed the button near the wheel.
The dials activated and the skiff rose off the ground. Law pressed down on one of the pedals and grinned as the vehicle moved forward. He steered towards the entrance attempting to avoid the marines wandering around, but as he expected, one of them noticed and shouted for them to stop.
“Hold on to something," Law ordered.
He didn't wait for Samira to respond before he stomped down on the pedal. The vehicle shot forward and the woman beside him let out a squeak as she grabbed his arm. Law ignored the flush of heat that spread across his face and steered them from the base onto the street as sirens blared into the air.
To her horror, the remaining three boats pursued them.
“Law. We have company."
The pirate grunted in annoyance.
“Take the wheel. Once we are in the square, turn left after you pass the maiden statue."
Was he insane? Samira couldn't drive this.
“I... I don't know if I--"
“You need to do this for me, Samira," Law stated, interrupting her. He was aware that he called her by her name and that she was blushing; he meant to get her attention.
Samira nodded. Her white hair whipped chaotically around her head as she glanced at the wheel. Releasing Law, she reached out and took it. Her heart was pounding erratically.
Please don't let me hit anyone.
Law took an uneasy breath, watching the focused expression on Samira's face for a moment, then he turned his attention to the marines. Raising his hand, he made a room, but like before, it wavered a bit. The pirate tightened his jaw, shaking off the exhaustion that he was feeling, and quickly unsheathed his sword. With a slash he managed to cut one of the boats; the other two swerved and avoided it.
“Takt!" He shouted.
The damaged boat lifted and slammed down onto the one close to it, causing it to crash into the nearest wall with a loud bang. Civilians screamed out in terror as they flew into the square, but he paid them no mind. As he went to slash at the final one, his room disappeared. Law grunted in annoyance. He tried again and again, but he couldn't make a room.
“I can't--"
Samira steered sharply to the right, interrupting him, and drove the boat down the shopping district. As Law had hoped the district was no more than a straight road with buildings on either side; rolls of windows sparkled in the sun.
The remaining marines turned in another direction no longer pursuing them; it concerned Law, but he ignored the nagging feeling in his gut and turned to Samira. She was clutching the wheel in fear.
“You can let go. I've got it," Law ordered.
Once she didn't reply, he rested his hand on hers.
“Give me the wheel. You did well."
Samira hesitated but allowed Law to take over, standing beside him in a daze. What a rush.
Hearing a shout, she came to and saw Shachi standing close to the road with his arm raised, waving. She beamed and waved back.
The boat pulled to a stop and the said man whistled.
“What is this beauty?"
“We don't have the time for questions," Law answered. “Get the others and let's go."
Shachi quickly ran into one of the stores, then a moment later he came out with the remaining crew members. Samira helped bring the materials on board, resting them on the floor.
“Did you get everything?" Law asked.
“With no complications," Penguin answered.
The pirate captain shook his head and steered the boat forward but at the top of the road, the other boat appeared. He forced the vehicle to an abrupt stop and tightened his jaw.
Of course, they circled.
He wasn't sure if it would work or not, but he had no other option.
"Hold still," Law ordered as he raised his hand.
Samira tossed him a glare. Was he going to activate his power again?
"You're taking on too much. Try to save your strength," she ordered in annoyance.
Handing the bo staff over to Ikkaku, she climbed onto the front of the boat and activated her Devil Fruit. Wisps of energy rose into the air around her hands. She wasn't sure of the magnitude of this ability in such a narrow space, but she crossed her hands in front of her and sent out a weak pulse. The shop windows rattled and then bowed outwards.
"Watch your heads!" Samira shouted.
Like a row of dominoes, the glass on either side of them shattered one by one and showered the street. Law covered his head and took the moment of chaos to soar through the blockade as the marines ran for cover; the sudden jerk sent Samira tumbling back into the boat with a squeak but Bepo caught her. He was annoyed with the display, but he had to admit it saved their asses.
Tearing through the entrance, the hover boat hit the sand and left New Kelna and the marines behind them in the distance.
For the remainder of the ride, it was smooth sailing.
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I got an ask and a DM from this account warning me about an anon they received:
The ask they had sent me said that they'd been following me for a whole but that they'd been hacked and had to remake, but that they received the above anon. They opened by saying something along the lines of "hello I hope this won't bother or stress you out" (which naturally did the opposite lol)
I've never interacted with the Twitter account mentioned. I've never even heard of them and after a quick search, it's likely they haven't spoken about me. Immediately after saying thank you for notifying me, this account deactivated:
I'm thinking either there was some genuine talk somehwere on Twitter about me (what else is new) or there's someone trying to stir up drama by lying about either me, other people, or both of us.
And the anon is fishy. There has been one person banned from the uwwtbb discord, and they were a troll. Anyone who was banned from the CH server was both a) totally inactive/had already left, and b) in violation of one of our rules. And that was definitely months ago.
I think someone is trying to cause problems (again, what's new). Ill keep an eye on this but I'm posting this to keep a public record of any harassment or anything weird or fishy that's directed at me.
(also how would they know if I'm losing followers anywhere. twitter it's been steady and here it's hidden 💀)
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