#Tanuki Brat;;FREEDOM IS THE ONLY OUTCOME| |Levi

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@necroarchy​ HOWLED: How much more must you lose due to your weakness before you do something about it.

| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:; 

OH, STUPID CHILD,                 DID YOU EVER STOP TO CONSIDER YOU DESERVE REJECTION?     Of course he had - and survival was his penance. For all those foolish enough to save his worthless hide, he had brought naught but disappointment, despair and death.    For his Beloved, he proved an ungrateful, selfish brat, cursing her name until she finally CURSED HIM BACK.   And for his benefactor, he that took in a feral stray, he had first left and proved NOTHING, only to return and fail utterly in the single task given to him. He was no guardian, so why pretend as such? Those he had tried to protect, those whose past bumped hard against his, all he had managed to do for them was sink a few boats. For her who brought his mind back from the brink, well, the depths had taken her just the same, the dangling charm at his throat his only parting gift.         He still couldn’t read, and in his haste to defend she that smelled so like the sea, she had witnessed the cause for his epithet. There was a break in the film reel, and his expression shredded itself into frame, razor gold sinking into an ocean of white as jaws parted, a sudden swell of rage drizzling out just as soon as it reared.

                     “.. what... what th’ hell am I supposed te’ go an’ do about it?            Get stronger? That what ye’ want me to say?                   Ain’t this what bein’ a pirate is about?      The freedom ta’ fuck up whenever ye’ want? ..hau hau hau.... HAAUU HAU HAU!!                                                  THAT’S RIGHT, THAT’S HOW IT BE!          Everything, then! How about that for an answer?                      Until the tide takes me and returns me to my Beloved,                                          I don’t feel like changing a thing!“

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Moonsea by Phildel makes me think of your blog for some reason

( ( Here in the moon scene,           It is a cruel dream,               Don’t share the past, if you won’t share your heart,All that we share is the view of these stars…There are diamonds on the floor you can’t take back,There’s an eyelash on the board, does (she) wear black?All the violence that I swore you could have back,There’s red varnish on the door, I don’t wear that…I called it the moon scene,                                            It is a cruel dream,From up so high, I can hardly decide,If you’re waving hello, or waving goodbye,Here in the moon scene,               It is a cruel dream,Don’t share the past, if you won’t share your heart,All that we share is the view of these stars…) )

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✨—ｄｉｓｉｎｆｅｃｔｅｄ ｍｅｍｅｓ: ⋘BRATS⋙ //FINE. I'M FINALLY CURIOUS. I hope you're satisfied. PS Maveric's the mom. //I dunno if Levi would make it with throwing up every morning he might not be ok.

The sea loves meMES| | Via [[ 🐺 ]] - don’t spawn with this thing  -STILL ACCEPTING.

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Name:Calev Ackerman

Gender: Male.

General appearance: Apart from his darker skintone, Calev received most of his genetic looks from his father, boasting pale storm-blue eyes, jet-black hair and a small-looking, stockier mesomorphic build. Luckily, a bit of height was graced upon him, leaving the young man at a decent 5′8′‘, putting him as a dwarf next to most individuals in the New World, but still able to avoid being used as an armrest by many. He suffers from the disease known as ‘Pertpetual dead-eyed bitch-face’, inherited from both parents, and as such, has a difficult time appearing as though he gives a shit.

Personality: Cool, collected and ultimately intense, Calev derives a great deal of his self-worth from what he can do for those close to him, which aren’t many. Lacking a personal goal or set of ideals, he will often rely on others to give him the next step, and rarely has a distinct opinion about anything other than himself. The young man’s belief in his own abilities, intelligence and prowess is beyond even the concept of ‘pride’, being capable of learning most things within hours, be it a language, battle skills or even how to crochet. An aimless prodigy, Calev can become somewhat arrogant and reckless if left to his own devices or with someone he does not particularly care for, and will attempt to relieve the issue of  incompatibility with … extreme methods.

Special Talents: Insanely adept with Busoshoku Haki, even if he rarely has a plan of his own, the young man’s will and judgement is intense - he can use Kenbushoku to a degree, but prefers to allow people to tell him their intentions, so it is normally only used for sensing presences. Calev’s mastery over his own body and mind, coupled with a rather compliant nature, allows him to learn incredibly quickly, and as such, he currently has skills ranging from being fluent in fourteen languages to being able to make really good crepes.

Who they like better: It tends to depend on the situation - he tends to get frustrated with them both - even as a small child, they never tended to give him direct commands, and while Levi is better at explaining things, both of his parents are stupidly cryptic and poetic, which didn’t help the incredibly pragmatic nature of the youth. He prefers his ‘father’s company a bit more, as tea actually tastes good, unlike alcohol, and having inherited a bit of Levi’s fastidiousness, enjoys being praised for doing a good job cleaning, which the ‘Bloody Moon’ would usually ignore, not realizing it was a big deal.

Who they take after more: He seems to take after Levi a bit more, but most of his traits and views are a bit of an intense mix between the two. Both parents are headstrong, idealistic, pragmatic, eccentric and very, very protective and caring, but Calev does tend to take after the Clean Freak a bit more in terms of communication(like he has a fucking terrible mouth let me tell you), and views on comrades. He picked up several religious habits from Maveric, praying to the Sea God and making barrels of offerings everywhere he goes, enjoying the concept of being loved unconditionally, as long as he never eats a Devil Fruit.

Personal headcanon: Due to his mixed heritage, an Ackerman and a former World Noble, his version of the fabled ‘Ackerbond’ is a bit skewed, making the need to protect turn inward, causing him to become a bit unstable when it comes to his own survival and well-being. Whether or not he can bond to someone else, remains to be seen, as he hasn’t actually found someone a kin to nobility needing to be guarded.

Face Claim:Kuki Urie (Tokyo Ghoul)

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Continued from - [[ 🐺 ]] @l-promised-him

| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:;

            It wasn’t as though he had assumed normalcy - his survival... was something assured, it always always assured that nothing on this waterlogged rock could hope to take his existence... so the fact his revival happened to be a bit chaotic, and he had been so very close to passing those gates into a more fiery realm... was not the reason that the ashen-maned beast currently gazed towards nothing, using the bottle resting idly on the cushion beside him as an excuse for his state.                      Just what had he howled into the night, and who had been there to listen?         He knew the little Tanuki had been by his side the entire ordeal, he would not speak openly unless, in his blinded and boiling fatigue, smell tea, the forest and various wildflowers.. ..               He remembered shouts of Godhood, rambling apologies...as his shattering psyche desperately attempted to grasp pieces of itself close to the chest, so they wouldn’t scatter into the wind, or burn beneath the flames that seemed to be consuming his flesh. Most of them were of recent bonds, a light touch to that little charm that hung from his neck would solidify that in his delirium, he hadn’t forgotten... .. some of his raving was lamentations of a child hunted in the night, tired of pain and hunger, hoisting his burdens onto a deity he claimed to love with all his heart...                 .... but was that the only faith he spouted? Small flashes of a hand covered in rich earthly bangles, gingerly caressing an unscarred youth’s face as though he was her most important possession... an enormous aquarium filled with life - he wasn’t a God.                            He didn’t create any of that.             He hadn’t created anything.   But those on this vessel who had known suffering, would cringe at the use of that verbal tic... had he betrayed them, with his existence, as well?                   The little Dove with the sad eyes and hair the colour of the sea during the day.. he tended to ignore his existence, in an almost nervous manner, for he never wanted to be looked upon like one of them... .. what if that damned crazy gardener.... ever had a look of disdain when she saw him, now?     He’d get irritable, he’d have no recourse, he would rage, if he was rejected... but that would only prove something, wouldn’t it?  The bastard himself waltzed past him, distantly, and he opened his mouth as though his mind wasn’t a tumult of contradictions.                              “S’nice view, but ye’ look like shit, Tanuki-kozou.”               

  The storm-eyed elder tensed and flared, and an inferno raged toward him - causing at first, those pinpoints of tourmaline to flash a beast’s uncertain reproach.             His heckles raised, outwardly, but the ashen monstrosity’s eyes were lethargic, now, an acceptance of despair dulling that normally hell-bent gold.. and he made no move to halt the relentless grip at his clavicle.        ... it was true then... the tension wasn’t just his own... he had said too much.. even if he himself had no claims to the past, anymore - he could leave, then - he should just leave them, if his presence was triggering.. even the handsome racoon had issues with it. I don’t want to leave.             (Where are we going, Haha-hue, eh?)                               I like these little shits.        (Is it because I spoke of the sea, again, Chichi-hue, eh?)                                    It’s because I fucked up, again -                 “Seems a little severe, fer’ no harm don - n n.” That rumble escalated as the few nerves that reigned over a dulled body revved to life upon such harsh contact with his hair - it felt nice, he wouldn’t have complained, otherwise.. if this had simply been based on his incessant advances.          But the former soldier was leaning in, as though poised to devour him whole, and he decided that perhaps, if that would continue to give him a place, he’d let it occur. The reciprocation was heated, experienced in conveying each and every need, and every way he knew how to explain ‘love’, the way he knew it - all-encompassing, forever accepting.. if just in a kiss, Levi would know that blissful ache.          A calloused hand was raised by instinct, ghosting the material covering a toned shoulder, but refusing to touch, even while crimson marks burned gently at his nape... it just felt good. It felt like someone was there.                And he could feel them, see them.. hear them. The kiss was broken, and he almost leaned in to chase the warmth, only pausing as soon as feather-light tones reached his heightened perceptions.                A hellish scaffold came into view, his expression the dawn to a nightmare, the shadows of night still apparent in those tired eyes - his grin was confusion, and hopeful relief, and he looked u pon Levi as though he was seeing a ship in the distance, after having been stranded for days.

                           “Do ye’ think it’s fine, then, that m’not  a God?”                                          

                 (Do you think it’s fine, then, that I’m not a God, eh?)

                                                                             ;;Take me then, it’s where I belong, the sea, sea,                                                                                                        by the wrathful God of the sea.|

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       Special character tags dump.

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The sea loves meMES| | Via [[ 🐺 ]] - a tsun or a dramatic psychopath either way - STILL ACCEPTING.

I would hurt you if the opportunity presented itself | I never want to see you again | I’m jealous of you | I find you attractive | I find you REALLY attractive | I crave your approval | I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your approval | I enjoy your company | I want us to have a future together | We sad-kissed once | I wish we’d never met | I’ve thought about you while masturbating | I would love you intensely | I’m using you | I love you | I’d take a gigantic man-eating zombie-plant to the foot for you | I’ve been dishonest with you | I wish you’d leave me alone | I’d do anything you asked of me |

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The older captain tossed a frosted bottle towards the ash-maned pirate. "Oi, Noisy Mutt. You know, you don't have to howl at every cockroach you find in every alleyway, right?" He expected Maveric to appreciate the union of black tea and ale. "There's better shit nowadays, to bother with." He glanced around the broader frame of the zoan, and arsenic-gray eyes directed a murderous intensity towards the source of those dangerous, inflammatory inquiries. "Oi, let's head home, Maveric."

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| |The sea I so loved, she rejects me, she rejects me!:;

  A flowery scent, mixed with tea and steel - and the unmistakable sound of something whisking through the air directly at his head - the offering was caught, without that reflective golden gaze budging from his current source of ire, utilizing the arm not currently holding the bastard in place.        … .. the raccoon brat… hadn’t heard all that, had he? … it shouldn’t matter, either way, the little sadistic whirlwind wasn’t entirely privy to all the happenings of the New World, so he doubted (or perhaps hoped) that the little outburst would hold little meaning.      At least he was always like this, so it wasn’t like it was an abberant thing to see him pushing someone against a wall with a terrible look.              “Some of em’ got a bad habit ah’ hissin’ real loud.  Those ones bite, so I can’t just let em’ run free when there’s little ones about.“A quick, merciless elbow to the skull, and the perpetrator would be silenced for at least several hours, and finally, his prize could be inspected.

      He had no idea what the label said - nor did he have the patience to attempt and drudge literacy from the deep depths of a repressed psyche, and as such, it was far easier just to pop the cork and sample the delicate taste of tea with that terrible bite of liquid wallowing.             The grin that sundered his languid features in two was ridiculous, as he pressed a palm firmly against one of the surly-faced raccoon’s shoulders - mild pressure might indicate reassurance as he stalked past, toward the extravagant exterior of the Freiheit.

 “No tellin’ what I managed ta’ do a good job with, but ye’ always got th’ best gifts,           I’ll take this, but it’s funny ta’ see ya’ fussin’ like a hen over their lost chick.             M’gonna keep everyone up all damn night, because ah’ this sake.”  

   … home, huh… been a while, since someone’s called a place that.                Then.. especially not them.. that ‘family’ doesn’t need any sort of ‘God’.   

                                                            ;;Take me then, it’s where I belong, the sea, sea,                                                                                                   by the wrathful God of the sea.|