#WAH!!!!?

[xamaxenta]

Marcosabo smoking together its a thing they do

Marco only says it once like, that shitll kill you yoi

And sabo looks up from where hes lit his own cigarette with a snap of his fingers

He looks awful, huge dark circles under his eyes, theyre deep purple and bruised looking, his cheeks hollower than usual and his scar looks particularly mottled and pronounced when cast in the light of the cherry red tip

He shrugs and exhales a thin stream of smoke through his nose “its comforting.” Is all he has to say, mumbles around the filter

Marco gets it. Being a man of flames himself, the Phoenix whets the effects and burns away the impurities, he wonders if the mera mera functions in a similar way, Ace never was the smoking type so he never thought to ask

“You should find better comforts” Marco replies

Sabo doesnt look at him, focusing on something far out in the distance on the sunset horizon from where they stand on the ocean torn cliffs together

Its quiet for a long while, the sound of night critters and crickets singing and chirping, the gentle whip of weather aged fabric fluttering beside them, Sabo brushes a hand over the sun warmed stone, stone that remained warm even on the coldest nights, bare fingers tracing the carved letters of his deceased childhood couldve been—

“Like what.” Its not a question or a demand or anything really.

“A hobby perhaps.” Marco suggests and Sabo smiles, lips curving into something a little mean and a little sardonic “I went out of my way and made the time to visit you on this shitty little island and all you have to say to me is get a hobby?”

“What would you rather have me say?” Marco turns to look at him properly, its their first eye contact since Sabo arrived with his bag of tributes, flowers of course. White roses, sake and a prayer for Newgate, and pink hibiscus, orange firelilies and sunflowers; for Ace.

Sabo says nothing continues to sink his fingertips into the grooves of the letter A and bites down harshly on the filter of his smoke.

“Marco I want you to ask me to stay.” Marco changes his voice, altering it deeper and accenting it in that infuriatingly posh and mocking tone that he often adopts when mimicking Sabos voice

“You know I cant.” Sabo says quietly, feels the heat of his burnt down cigarette dangerously close to his lips, he doesnt care though, if he closes his eyes he can pretend.

“Then what about when its all over?” Marco doesnt sound hopeful

“When its all over? Id be lucky to even be alive when its all over.” He doesnt usually do bleak, but Sabo doesnt expect to see the future hes been fighting so hard for

Marco heaves a great sigh, it comes from his belly and leaves his mouth ashy and smoky.

“I don’t particularly cope well with loss.”

Sabo flinches. Draws his fingers away from Ace’s headstone sharply and looks away. Guilt sinking sharp claws into his stomach and tearing him open from the inside.

Of all the foolish and tactless things he couldve said.

“I dont think this is working out for us.” Is what he says instead.

Instead of sorry

Instead of i didnt mean it

Instead of i love you, i want to come home to you

Marco remains quiet, its too dark now with the sun having fully set a few minutes prior, to figure out what exactly his expression had changed to.

“You made time just so you could break up with me?”

It’s a little ludicrous, when spoken aloud like that.

“This isnt love.” Sabo rasps, that tiny blip of heat sitting just on the tip of his tongue now, he’s tired, its always hard coming here.

“Couldve fooled me.” Marco drawls, his tone betrays nothing but theres a difference in the way he says me, he steps closer regardless.

Sabo cant exactly see him now, refuses to ignite to sate his curiosity, just his general silhouette because the moon tonight is new and the island of Sphinx is very quiet and very dark.

“Here.” Marco proves a personal hypothesis— the phoenix has some kind of night vision— because Sabo has no other theory to explain when Marco finds his hand with ease, threads their fingers together with familiarity, “at least spend the night.”

Before i leave you and this place forever. Sabo doesnt vocalise this.

“And let you have the opening to convince me?” Sabo doesnt pull away

“Im not beneath begging.” Marco replies and Sabo watches his silhouette move, that half cigarette gets flicked off the side of the cliff with a smart snap of the phoenixes wrist

“Then beg.” Sabo whispers through a mouthful of ash and blood, snarling because Marco will beg, when he doesnt have to and Sabo will stay and see in him what Ace always had and loved and will continue to

[telebeast]

unoriginal joke

[kiiraes]

[gatoburr0]

WAAAH WAAH WAAAH WAAAHH

[heartorbit]

if we could stay connected, just like this

[chowadoe]

dark rider and… dark rider 🤔

[meru90]

🌹🪻🌷.

[lagomorphics]

need to draw the bishops more. especially heket. for lesbian reasons

[ekftff]

saw this comment on a cricket noise video and felt like something changed in me idk

[diminuel]

Luffy's parents, right? *exaggerated wink*

I don't know how to draw One Piece fanart, I'm just a humble Supernatural fan who took a wrong turn and landed in this rabbit hole >w<; (I'm enjoying it though.)

I gave Dragon eyebrows....... And I don't know when he got his tattoos or when Crocodile got his scar/ lost his hand etc etc. I' winging it. In my defense, I've only been back into OP for three weeks *lol*!

[thesoftboiledegg]

[milolunde]

I got so emo after this episode

I was originally going to add an alt version with the cow but I just needed it to get done lmao

[waluigis-elbow]

ok

so guys, im gonna do one of these

if i get 3k thn ill try to start going to bed on time

[krytus]

the fact that he could Tell something was wrong. is so

[heavensmortuary]

THE DYING. THE DEAD. AND THE UNDEAD SPACE JUNK.

Where Do Old Satellites Go When They Die? from spaceplace.nasa.gov // Zombie Satellites by Antony Johnston on Medium // Point Nemo: Meet Space Agencies’ Spacecraft Cemetery // Long Lost Military Satellite Found By Amateur Radio Operator by Joe Palca and Scott Nueman on NPR // Lincoln Experimental Satellite from Wikipedia Commons // Military Zombie Satellite From 1967 Discovered By Radio Operator Enthusiast by Fabieen Lang on Interesting Engineering // Where Do Old Satellites Go When They Die? from space place.nasa.gov // Long Lost Military Satellites Found By Amateur Radio Operator by Joe Palca and Scott Nueman on NPR // Football 17776: What Football Will Look Like In The Future by Jon Bois // Space Junk by Wang Chung