#It is Finished

[bucky-boychik-barnes]

Where it started:

Where it is now:

[chechula]

Since I drew Curufin, I wanted to make some proper designs also for other sons of Fëanor. But I had no time and when I had I didn't liked my sketches and ideas.

But atlast here goes Maglor, playing hudry-gudry♡

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The Romanticism of One Piece VII: The Sea, and Conclusion

AO3 Part I Part VI

“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.” —Herman Melville

There is nothing more Romantic than to yearn for the sea. In his book Image of the Sea: Oceanic Consciousness in the Romantic Century, Howard Isham describes what he calls the “cosmic liquescence” that artists, writers, and musicians so often tapped into during the Romantic era. These were the last days of the sail, the world teetering on the edge between eras. To be alive during this time was to endure change, and the image of a ship being tossed about by the sea was a metaphor for those caught up in the spirit of the age.

Even more than our own, the world of One Piece is one of water. The ocean as metaphor has the benefit of being extremely broad, at times, paradoxically so. With a little bit of effort, the sea can represent basically whatever you want it to. In the real world, it can mean freedom for those who sail it, but with the proliferation of the Atlantic slave trade, Barbary pirates, and young men being press-ganged into service against their will it can just as easily be a symbol of oppression, terror, and slavery. Pirates were known to be somewhat democratic, but sailors stuck serving under cruel and unreasonable captains could be led to a watery death with no say in their fate. The ocean is life, sustaining countless people with its bounty and giving employment to sailors, fishermen, and any and everyone related to those trades. It is also death, cold, impersonal, and certain. 

A ship might be stuck helplessly in the doldrums or ravaged by savage wind and waves. It is adventure and mystery, for no one knows what lies beyond the horizon or what lurks beneath the surface. It is the thing that separates us, but also the means by which we travel, enabling new connections and the exchange of trade, culture, and colonialism. Depending on their purpose for setting sail, ships of this era were one of the few places where people of vastly different national origins, languages, religions and cultures not only lived together in close proximity, but depended on one another for their livelihoods and survival. An excellent example of this in Romantic literature can be found in Moby Dick, where the American point of view character Ishmeal becomes fast friends with the Pacific Islander Queequeg while working on the international whaling crew.

The sea can be feminine, the primordial mother of us all. Aphrodite was born of sea foam; mermaids, sirens, and nereids roam the waters to tempt, seduce, help, or destroy unwitting sailors. Ships are almost always referred to as she. Via the tides, the ocean is connected with the moon, also traditionally feminine. But the sea is also be masculine. Characters such as Old Man of the Sea, Poseidon, Oceanus were all male, as were the winds all ships depended on.

During the time that the Romantics wrote, sea-side vacations were increasingly prescribed as a health cure while sailors themselves suffered from ailments such as scurvy, typhus, and dysentery. Several poets reminisced longingly about their youthful childhoods swimming care-free in the sea. But the ocean is unfathomably ancient and supremely haunted by the souls of countless lives lost beneath its waves. 

In Moby Dick, the titular whale could represent God, the Devil, or Nature itself. To Tennyson, the breaking of the waves represented grief. The journey across the sea in Rime of the Ancient Mariner deals with life and redemption. To Wordsworth, the sea was immortal. To Byron it was freedom. Shelley writes of the West Wind stirring the sea—and thus the dreamer—awake from a deep summer slumber. To quote Keats, “Oh, ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired/Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea”.

I could go on, but let’s not belabor the point. In light of this vastness of metaphor, it is fair to say that in One Piece that the sea isn’t representative of one single thing. The New Era is brought in with Whitebeard’s crashing waves during the Marineford War. The terrible power of the Agua Laguna shows the force of Robin’s darkness breaking the Straw Hats apart, while the stormy skies of that time show the turbulence going on within the crew. Sailing brings people of different cultures, societies, and ideas together, and that forced interaction can break down prejudice and foster understanding between different species and cultures, as shown in both the Fishman Island and Skypiean flashbacks.

The Grand Line itself is portrayed as a cogwheel of fate, bringing the strong together in a clash of wills, and the limited navigational tools means that it is difficult, if not impossible to backtrack—you must live your life without regrets, and continue to move forward as you grow stronger as a person and crew. The sea represents the life of a pirate, often cruel, unfair, and dangerous but ultimately liberating. The promise of adventure exists somewhere beyond that unbroken horizon, a place of wonderland and dreams

The World Government may rule over a hundred and seventy allied nations, but no one owns the sea. Thus, as Luffy says at Sabaody, the Pirate King isn’t about conquering anything, but to become the freest man in the world.

I would also be remiss not to mention that the Sea Metaphor of One Piece is incomplete, and will be until the secrets of the Devil Fruit are finally revealed. It is curious that the force that’s presented as the epitome of freedom completely rejects Devil Fruit users, including the one representing liberation. Egghead also added the interesting element of the sea being an existential threat to the entire world, when the destructive power of the sea over land had been previously limited. It would be interesting to revisit this topic after the series has ended to see how Oda resolves these seemingly competing ideas.

But if there is one metaphor I think rules above all else, it is the sea as home, specifically home for the outcast. Robin says during her flashback, even before the Buster Call comes, that she’s studying to become an archeologist in order to go out to sea with her mother. Her home life on Ohara is one of ostracization. Even the archeologists, who love her dearly, don’t let her in on their deepest, darkest secrets. This is for her own safety, but to an eight year old girl who’s been rejected by everyone else on her home island, even her own family, it’s enough for her to seek solace in the promise of the sea. Then, during the Buster Call, Saul promises her that in the vastness of the sea she will find friends, and she will find family, that no one is born to be alone. It’s a sentiment Reiju echoes to Sanji during the Whole Cake Island flashback.

The sea is an escape. Most of the Straw Hats in one way or another have complicated relationships with their places of origin, and for many returning would be difficult if not impossible. Even a character like Nami, who is universally beloved by her hometown, spent eight years thinking that the people of Cocoyashi Village hated her, making her relationship with them relatively fraught while she was a member of Arlong’s crew. During that time the sea, and the treasure she found therein, was her only hope of freedom. The only Straw Hat who ends up staying behind has strong ties anchoring her to someplace other than the Going Merry. It’s not until hundreds of chapters and many real-world years later that an even greater force usurps Vivi from her homeland.

Similarly, fights with the marines and other enemies often end once the Straw Hats hit the open water. The society that tries to squeeze the citizens of the world into a specific shape loses its power over the boundless ocean. This is, of course, a double-edged sword. Water 7, the bandits of chapter 1, and Garp’s blackmail of Dadan show that it also deprives outlaws like Luffy the benefit of society’s protection. But those who refuse to conform to the whims and pressures of the world gain from fleeing to the sea, and what is to dream if not to refuse to conform in one way or another? Every single one of the Straw Hats want something that conventional wisdom says is impossible, but they search anyway, and in doing so find like-minded friends with which to band together. And like how a cord of rope is stronger than its individual fibers, together this found-family has the ability to challenge society and win, finding their own freedom in the process. 

The reason I hone in on the Sea as Home metaphor so strongly over the more general Sea as Freedom metaphor is developed during Luffy’s post-Marineford flashback. It’s here while he’s forcibly befriending Ace that Luffy reveals to him that being alone is the worst pain in the world, worse than being punched all day by a grown man in spiked boxing gloves. It’s after this that he, Ace, and Sabo discuss the freedom of the seas and piracy, and the moment they become brothers. It is this desire for connection, the longing for the outcast to find their place with other outcasts, that drives Luffy to the sea in the first place. It’s there he finds his people, and while he’s not able to navigate, or cook, or do anything remotely useful on a sailing vessel, he’s able to protect the people flying under his flag. It’s a symbiotic relationship between captain and crew, a complete and total interdependence that is required when sailing the treacherous waters of the Grand Line. 

During the Davy Back Fight, Luffy makes a prophetic statement when fighting Foxy that he’s willing to fight to the death for his friends. It’s an idea echoed during his fight with Bleuno on Enies Lobby, when the latter wonders how long Luffy will keep fighting against the combined might of the World Government. It’s the reason why the death of the Merry, the fight against Usopp, and Robin’s supposed betrayal is so devastating both for the reader and the Straw Hat Pirates. The found family that had developed over the course of the manga has ruptured, and they lost the ship with which they’ve called home.

The Water 7 Saga ends with a reconciliation between brothers and their home built anew, this time stronger and more able to weather the stormy waters that wait ahead, the peaceful lamb exchanged for a fearsome lion with a mane as bright as the sun. Nothing has challenged the internal fortitude of the Straw Hat Pirates quite like that saga and nothing ever will again, because both their home and family has been forged into something unbreakable, allowing them to sail the sea, and pursue their freedom, any way they wish.

Conclusion and Final Thoughts

”Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt in solitude, where we are least alone”—Lord Byron

I want to end on this point, because despite all the similarities between the Romantic movement and One Piece, in this we see one great difference. For all that the characters in Moby Dick are forced to depend on one another and the good judgement of their captain to survive, the book ends with everyone except Ishmael dead. Romantic poetry calls for solitary contemplation, and the landscapes of this era diminish the individual in favor of the wide, open spaces of nature. The zeitgeist of the age celebrated the misunderstood, melancholic genius. If One Piece were written during this time, Luffy would never have been the main protagonist. The rise of the Byronic hero would have made sure that honor went to a darker, more brooding character like Law or Ace.

In 1770, a boy of 17 named Thomas Chatterton committed suicide in his small garret apartment. Having grown up fatherless and in poverty, this young genius of a poet was unable to scratch out a living with his writing, and after battling both depression and the pressure of changing his profession, he instead chose to end his own life.

The death of Chatterton sparked a cult following. His life and death would be commemorated in art, plays, and operas, with poets like Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelly, and Keats all dedicating works to his name. His influence can still be felt today in the trope of the suffering arts that he and countless others helped codify.

One Piece is the story of a boy who rejects the confines of society in search of his own freedom, but he does not do so alone. Luffy is driven as much by the desire to be with his friends as he is by his desire to find the One Piece. The series agrees that risking death is an acceptable part of chasing one's dream, but rejects the notion that it should be sought out or celebrated. In One Piece, it’s better to live an undignified life in the hope of a better tomorrow than to give into an easy death. 

It is ironic that for all that the Romantics emphasized the self, many were friends with one another, Wordsworth and Colridge collaborated in writing Lyrical Ballads. Mary and Percy Shelly were married, and Mary Shelly famously wrote Frankenstein while on a retreat with Lord Byron. The German Romantic movement kickstarted with a group of men who wrote and studied together at the University if Jena, with similar groups later popping up in Berlin and Heidelberg. The American Transcendentalists even formed a club, with Thoreau only able to conduct his two year stint in the woods because the property was owned by Ralph Waldo Emerson, while his mother did his laundry. 

One Piece recognizes that genius is not a solitary venture. Those seeking their freedom cannot and should not do so alone. Existence isn’t a crime, the sea is vast, and your people are out there somewhere.

There are of course other differences. One Piece is written in a post-nuclear, modern world. Among other things, the mysterious, idealized past of the Void Century is not one of primitive nature but hyper-advanced technology, and the progress of man is something to be embraced rather than rejected. 

Yet the biggest difference I keep circling back to is One Piece's unabashed celebration of life. At the end of the day, it’s a story meant to make people laugh. Oda is unafraid of plunging into the depths of despair and tragedy, but he doesn't linger there before pulling the reader back into joy.

LP Hartley once wrote that, “The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there”. One Piece can never be mistaken as a story of the historical Romantic movement. There’s just too much difference between the world of today and the one where these works came.  But I hope that I've shown how it carries some of that legacy into the present day. Intentionally or not, Oda has taken an old idea and used it as a guardrail for the entire series. Like the sun, guiding the dawn of a new era. The dawn of Romance, if you will.

A Romance Dawn. 

[chemical-summit]

"It is finished."

[hillwoodhouse]

[suburbanbonfire]

AFTER THE THUNDER COMES THE-

Some process pics! Thought I had taken way more, but no!!

This is the base colors for the arena all laid out, with the lines turned off (for the lines i very much did find a good, clear photo of Amalie Arena, stretched the angles to where i wanted them, and traced that shit)

Shadows and color sections (I'm realizing the jump from the first pic to this one is very "draw the owl.") Nothing except the ground is textured yet, but every area is fully distinct now.

Finished background!! Details and textures have been added, logos are on, I'm so fucking proud of it!

After this and after the figure was colorblocked in, I went back and made a ton of color adjustments to the bg to make to all cohere. Tbh, I didn't really enjoy that part and it took a lot of trial and error. I think the next time I do a large architecture piece I'll try to have the colors more in line with the color scheme from the start, rather than basing the initial colors off of my reference pic. Hope you enjoy!

[dgdraws]

Paisley, Blue and Sister, Too

[tea-twords]

Fic personally requested from a wonderful friend

Lee: Freminet

Ler: Lyney & Lynette

General plot is Lyney buys a kamera, Freminet doesn’t want to look silly in a photo, Lynette goes into make Freminet smile mode

@emiefluff This is for u🫶

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“Guys, check this out!”

Lyney announced as he walked into his and Lynette’s shared bedroom at the House of the Hearth.

Ever since Freminet expressed interest in becoming a magician’s assistant, he and the twins would practice simple magic tricks with what free time they had. That’s what Freminet and Lynette were currently doing, before they had been interrupted.

Lyney took off his hat and held it out in front of Freminet.

“Reach inside!”

“Uh..okay.” Freminet gingerly reached into the hat, only to feel the usual velvety interior.

“I don’t feel anything.” He said, pulling his hand out in confusion.

“Huh, really?” Lyney said in mock confusion. Knowing Lyney for such a while, Freminet could tell by now that this was all part of the trick.

Lyney gave the hat a little shake before grinning and saying “Try again.”

Freminet did just that, and lo and behold, he actually felt something! It was cool and hard, metal? Whatever it was, he pulled it out.

“A kamera?”

“Yup! Isn’t it so cool?”

“Does Father know about this?” Lynette finally interjected.

“Yeah, I asked Father in advance before I bought it.” Lyney explained while taking the kamera Freminet passed to him. “She said that as long as we don’t use it during missions, and that there aren’t any house secrets evident. She worded it as ‘if anyone were to steal the camera or find the photos, they should not be able to know any more about the house than they already do.’ I think that’s fair, right?

Lynette relaxed a little bit hearing their Father’s approval, only to hear a click.

“Lyney! I wasn’t ready…” Lynette complained.

“Ehe, sorry. It’s just a nice image, you and Freminet hanging out. Hey, how about a smiling photo? Smile, guys!” The oldest said, holding up the camera again, this time giving his siblings time to prepare.

Lynette seemed to like this idea, so she gave the kamera a soft but warm smile. Freminet on the other hand, did not seem as keen on the idea as his older sister.

“Ready? Three, two, one!”

“W-wait-..”

Too late.

The kamera printed the photo after a few short seconds, portraying Lynette’s demure (haha) smile and Freminet in the middle of saying “wait”, but with no smile present.

“Hmm..it’s a nice photo of course, but Freminet isn’t smiling! Should we do a retake? I can wait longer this time!” Lyney offered.

“S-sorry…” Freminet said dejectedly.

“No, don’t be sorry! That one’s on me, I clicked too fast. Well try again! Ready?” Lyney said, this time holding up the camera and finally not rushing.

When Freminet still wasn’t smiling however, he lowered the camera with a concerned look on his face.

“Everything okay, bro?” He asked sincerely.

“Y-yeah, it’s just, I don’t know about smiling right now.”

Lyney grew a little more worried, and so was Lynette, but it wasn’t exactly obvious.

“Is something going on? Or maybe you’re just not in the mood to smile?”

“No! No, everything okay right now…nothings going on and I’m feeling okay. I just don’t want my stupid smile to be captured in a photo forever…”

This made Lyney and Lynette comically gasp in unison, although Lyney’s was naturally more dramatic.

“Freminet! How could you insult your own smile like that!”

“I-I..”

“You know smiling is nothing to be ashamed of right?”

“I know…”

“You just don’t want it on a picture..?” Lynette interjected again, figuring as much.

“Yeah…It’s not that I don’t want to smile, it’ll just be so embarrassing on a photo…” Freminet said, covering his face with his hands.

It’s a crying shame he couldn’t cover his ears though, as they begun to turn red. This did not go unnoticed by his sneaky older siblings.

The twins both looked at eachother, and then back at Freminet. They both understood that this was not a matter of real discomfort, but a matter of Freminet being flustered.

They exchanged a glance once again before Lyney held up the camera again and Lynette wrapped her arm around Freminet’s waist in a side hug.

“Hm?” Freminet voiced before jumping at the feeling of a ticklish pinch at his side. He also noticed the camera once again click at this moment.

“L-Lynette!”

“Did it come out good?” Lynette peered over the camera as the photo was printed out.

Lyney held the photo in front of him, allowing his sister to see. Lynette had a soft smile once again, and while Freninet’s expression was very different than last time, it was more of a surprised “😳😨😬” than the smile they were hoping for.

“Aw dangit…Well, it’s actually not bad. Not exactly our goal, but still adorable nonetheless.” Lyney smiled as he showed Freminet the picture of him mid-jolt.

“Guys! Thats so embarrassing!” Freminet whined, pulling his hat over his eyes to avoid any possible eye contact.

“Take two?”

“You got it bro.”

Before Freminet had the chance to process his current state (arms slightly raised to hold his hat down), Lynette had already begun squeezing at his sides again, causing poor Freminet to burst into giggles as another click was heard.

“Lynehehette!! This isn’t fair!”

“Ooh, Lynette, come see how they came out.” Lyney interrupted, paying no mind to his embarrassed brother.

Lynette peered over Lyney’s shoulder to see how the photos came out.

“This one is cute, Freminet’s face is all scrunched up.”

“G-guys!”

“Hmm…how about you take the photo this time, Lynette. I’ll show you how to get a consistent smile.” Lyney said, passing the Kamera to Lynette.

She had a mildly disappointed look on her face but took the Kamera anyway and pointed it in Lyney and Freminet’s direction.

“See what you should do is wrap your arm around him like this first,” Lyney started, wrapping his arm around his nervous brother’s torso.

“Lyneyehey!”

“Then you’ve got to use your other hand-“ He raised his free hand up into a claw. “-and just dig in!”

With that, Lyney dug his clawed hand into Freminet’s lower tummy, causing the younger boy to finally burst out in bright, less restrained laughter.

“AhahaHAHA-! LYNEhehehy!”

“Take it now Lynette!”

Lyney grinned wide and hugged his brother close, still tickling the shit out of him of course. Lynette aimed the Kamera and took a total of 3 pictures: first of Freminet in his current predicament, second with Freminet’s hand in Lyney’s face in an effort to push him away, and third with Lyney’s free hand now under his exposed underarm, with Freminet’s face being noticeably more scrunched up and his body curling up even more.

When he heard the clicks, Lyney stopped his tickle attack on Freminet and hopped up excitedly.

“Let’s see how they came out!”

After waiting a few seconds, the printed pictures filed out of the Kamera. Lynette got to look at them first, resulting in a smile on her face.

“Aww, look.”

She faced the pictures towards her brothers, Lyney cooing similarly at them while Freminet was still curled up catching his breath.

“Look how good they came out Freminet! I knew your smile would make the picture all the more better.” Lyney said earnestly, pulling his dear little brother in for a hug.

Lynette held the kamera up, facing it backwards so as to take a selfie.

“Let’s take one more of everyone like this.”

“You got it, Lynette. Everyone smile!”

Freminet internally sighed. He still really didn’t think too much of his smile but…if his siblings were that desperate to see it, surely it can’t be that bad right?

With that thought, as he gazed up at the Kamera Lynette kept raised. With Lyney’s arm around him and a warm feeling in his heart, he finally flashed the kamera his real, soft, genuine smile.

Click!

[ashadeintheshade]

City of Angels, Epilogue

They are home.

Read now on Ao3.

[janglingargot]

The last couple of weeks have been a whirlwind, and Peppermint is only just starting to catch her breath. She knows how important it is to put out the fires they set in the process of taking down Kale. And of course, it's on them to clean up the messes that he and his lackeys left behind, as unfair as that can seem. But their little team has been keeping so busy that it feels like they hardly see each other, some days.

It's not hard to catch Chai, of course. (He literally sleeps on her couch.) But Macaron, true to his word, has thrown himself into helping her mom rebuild Vandelay Technologies, overseeing a full refit of the R&D department to turn the page on what he's calling the "Zanzo era"--and CNMN is being incredibly patient about the repair process for his legs, but in the meantime, he has to be carried anywhere he wants to go--and Korsica…well. Korsica is a model of responsibility and sterling-silver work ethics, and she seems really determined to make amends for the past and earn her place as part of Vandelay's future, which unfortunately means she's been working almost non-stop.

Things seem to be finally calming down, thank god. When Peppermint finished fixing up her mom's old truck the other day, she'd asked Macaron to drive them all down to the water, specifically because it felt like ages since they'd just hung out together.

And that evening was everything she'd hoped for, really! (Well, almost everything.) It was a perfect break from the daily grind; just their little band and the sunset over the ocean. She actually caught herself wishing they didn't have to drive home again, when it started to get dark.

It's strange to find herself seeking out anyone's company. She'd gotten used to thinking of herself as a loner. But…Peppermint misses her friends.

(AO3 link to the rest)

[bringthekingdom]

On sorrowful morn..

Has sin been forlorn?..

The madness..

The teasing..

The bashing and bruising..

Staking and gambling..

For clothes He has worn..

O light, my hope..

Of bittersweet drops..

Of tears on your crops..

Son of God, they adorned..

Deceitful thorns..

Oppressing nails driven..

For salvation and love..

Sureness of death to inhibit..

O heart and friendship..

Your children are given..

Rise my lover..

Rise my savior..

Completed life forever

And ever long..

Dash away to our Maker..

He will never forsake us..

Rise my beauty..

My walk and light..

My song.

@bringthekingdom

[cauldron-of-oddities]

[twistedtalking]

Can I request a s/o | GN reader who is an oddball and likes to invite Azul to join them in silly things.

Such as collecting seashells, pretty rocks, whatever items they found in his Octavinelle dormitory.

And he lets them do what they want since they already asked him for his approval in doing so.

He didn't know why he went along with it, though it could also be because of his curiosity about them.

Then at the end of the day, they gave him a drawing that they did it as thanks for spending time together.

The art was amateurish.. yet he enjoyed it anyway.

Maybe he did have a bit of a crush on them.

Author's pain notes in the reblog

Luckily though, after using all my thinking capabilities, I have a letter for y(o)uu from the Sea Merchant, himself(and his lovely minions)! Hope this is worth the wait.

Tw:: fluctuating text style, colored text

September 25, 20xx

Dear prefect,

My apologies, but I must decline your invitation. As interesting as that seems, my schedule is currently full. Please enjoy it without me.

Good wishes,

Ashengrotto

September 26, 20xx

Dear prefect,

My apologies, but I am unfortunately busy again. I truly wish I could join, but my schedule is packed.

I bid you farewell,

Ashengrotto

September 27, 20xx

Dear Prefect,

My schedule is packed until the next month. Please do not send any letters to me at this given period.

Ashengrotto

September 28, 20xx

Dearest prefect,

I enjoyed our activity. It was quite refreshing. I do not mind doing it again when both our schedules are free. Actually, if you have nothing to do next Monday, please join me in the mostro lounge

With hope,

Ashengrotto

P.s: Dear barnacle, Azul framed your drawing lol. Jade's using it as blackmail. It's funny. Here's a drawing.

October 5, 20xx

Dear prefect,

The Mostro Lounge has already been prepared for our next meeting. Feel free to bring your cat. And please do not bring your wallet this time.

Your dear friend,

Ashengrotto

October 12, 20xx

Dear prefect,

Our time was quite enjoyable. Though I was quite disappointed that you did not let me treat you. As glad as I am for the unpaid labor Help with the dishes, our purpose there was to treat you, and I feel quite irritated to not be able to pay you back. So for my sake, please let me treat you to the mostro lounge next week.

With perseverance,

Azul

October 19, 20xx

Dear prefect,

I was quite worried when you did not arrive at our meeting. I was so worried that I asked my dear friends, Jade and Floyd, to find out what happened to you. In the package with this letter is quick and effective medicine and notes for the classes you missed today. Please take it as an adequate replacement for not being able to treat you out.

See you soon,

Azul

P.s. Floyd here. Azul threatened crabby until he fessed up lol. It was funny. Also, you owe me for the meds. My tail hurts. Azul had prepared the mostro lounge for the meeting. And when he heard his dear prefect was sick, he requested to use the alchemy class's cauldron, which was quite out of character for him. And he made me and Jade read so many books on human health. 27, to be exact. Jade, get your own pen. No. Anyways, get better quickly, shrimpy.

October 26, 20xx

Dear prefect,

It was a pleasure to see you again. Our time was quite enjoyable. Though you did not have to give me a drawing of yourself appreciating the notes I gave you ...and a stressed octopus next to a cauldron.

Floyd told you that, didn't he. As glad as I am for your art letters, I wish you gave this to me instead so I could make the twins fess up thank you in person.

Your friend,

Azul

Barnacle-chan helppppp Azul scolding me againnnnn. Why ain't jade being scolded. This is unfairrrrr. Also, get ready. Imma squeeze you for this.

November 2, 20xx

Dear prefect,

I've heard you went on an expedition with Jade. I do hope you had fun. Hopefully, you did not do it because you thought I was too busy with preparations. you are never a bother to me. On that note, let's move our meeting to tomorrow.

Your dearest,

Azul Ashengrotto

azul's jelly lol. He making a weird face, like a scrunched up sea sponge. Hey, Wanna go for a takoyaki break later, so we can make him even more jelly? It would be quite enjoyable. Jade's paying! So please attend.

November 4

Oi shrimpy,

Look. I got them floppy frog slippers. I'd give u a drawing, but azul took my skills. He's a simp. The slippers are awesome though. Wanna see? Imma wear it om our basketball meet next week. Ask crabby when.

November 9, 20xx

My boon companion,

If I may request, please attend the chess-monopoly tournament semi-finals in the board game club. Its at Thursday 4 pm exact.

See you there,

Azul

Azul got crazy jealous when I told him I invited you to my basketball game lol. He was whining louder than a seagull. Now he all hyped and wants you to cheer you on or smth. So he made a game lol. Here is your cheer uniform. Made speci Jade stop yanking my pen. No. Yes. No. Yes. Oh Azul's here oki bye!

November 16

Oi shrimpy, Yo. Did u see him blushing when he saw u in the outfit? He redder than a sea coral. Yeah thats all. Might squeeze you later if he gets too loud.

Romans 14:3

The one who eats must not despise the one who abstains, and the one who abstains must not pass judgment on the one who eats; for God has welcomed him.

[cacaocheri]

hi!!!! i finally wrote the fic idea that’s been in my head for yeets and skeets <333 feel free to check it out

[cryptid-katie]

Madoka! Buddhism style.