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Pokemon AU Part 2 -Marco-

Art by @ ---donivanessdoodles

Repost of mine from libary of ohara

AN: I tried to smush in OP lore for some characters and mix it in a workable way for Pokemon but I’m not 100% in the know so I did my best.

AN: I wanted to go down Marco being a navigator route more than a doctor, but with some herbology, knowledge to help his and other people’s pokemon.

Meet The Team

Starmie always seemed like a strange choice when people would ask about the man’s team. He would chuckle and shrug his shoulders without giving much away. The truth was, Marco hadn’t planned on being a pokemon trainer, it wasn’t that he didn’t like the idea, not at all.

He just wanted to go to the sea and learn navigation. He spent every day down by the beach as a child and watched the ships come in. Wishing that he could take to see and learn everything there was to learn one day.

It was that day that Marco while trying to work out patterns the ships would come in from, slipped and tumbled into the sea. His Starmie saw him struggling and came to his aid, making sure he was fine.

From that day on the same Starmie would be waiting by the rocks, as if to make sure the boy would be safe. He later came back with a Pokeball, asking the pokemon if he wanted to join him.

Starmie and Marco have been together ever since.

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Pidgeot [a pigdey when he met them] was his second pokemon when he was older, late teens, he’d been reading a lot on herbs and their effect on pokemon after he’d started to watch all the wild bird pokemon snap and eat at certain ones. He would sit and watch for hours when he needed a break from navigation studies.

He liked watching bird pokemon, they were the masters of navigation. Always knowing where to go, how far, could go by smell miles away just to get to a landmark they recognised. It always had him fascinated.

That was when he picked up all the other little quirks from the birds and started to take notes on what plants they would chomp at.

One Pidgey would always come close to Marco who would sit there quietly. A smile on his face as the bird pecked at his book, hoping for food. He’d share his lunch with the bird, watching him fly off every day before meeting him each morning.

Marco caught him one day and the pokemon has grown with Marco over the years, gives him good insight on what plants seem to have healing/helping properties and helps with learning certain sea patterns around the year.

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Cramorant was obtained by Marco when he was older. He was starting to sail with Whitebeard, as a navigator. The bird had pretty feathers, but he would always watch them being stupid and his Cramorant had to have been the dumbest one he’d ever seen.

Each time he would come home he’d see the bird swallowing anything and everything it could get. He’d seen the damn thing almost choke to death on a small geodude, that was when Marco stepped in.

Capturing it for its own good. He at least got a new friend, the pokemon was hardly weak either. He didn’t use this one to help him learn anything, but he still cares for him all the same.

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Tropius was a fun find, he’d been sailing with Whitebeard for some years now, they’d stopped by a tropical island, needing to anchor the ship somewhere safe while a storm he’d predicted rolled over the ocean. They explored the island for a bit where Marco found pineapples.

Sitting and eating them he watched as his Tropius lurched over and sniffed at all the fallen pineapples. Marco chuckled and held one out, which the creature took happily. Marco wondered if he fed the pokemon nothing but pineapples.. would that be a new variant?

He was charmed by the tropical pokemon and caught him. Wouldn’t hurt to have something other than birds and Starmie as part of the team.

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Pidove was simple, the little thing had got lost at sea and ended up on the ship. Marco would feed it every day and it would simply sit on his window as he worked. Cooing and making happy sounds.

He became a comfort to Marco, every morning the bird would be there, singing and making sounds and he would roost on the empty supply barrel on the wall outside. Marco was fond of the Pidove and simply tapped him with a Pokeball and the rest was history.

The pokemon are happy to be accepted.

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Exeggutor was from his and Ace’s trip for their first anniversary. They stayed at this cabin and the palm tree-like pokemon would always smell food and stick its neck in through the window. At first, it was funny, and Ace laughed and teased him about looking just like one.

Every mealtime Exeggutor would try and shove its head in and get something to eat, he blamed Ace, he always fed wild pokemon which attracted them.

Marco had to catch it in the end just to stop it. He then grew fond of it during their vacation and felt it fit in with his team.

—-

Marco’s Story

He’s the person you find walking around near the start handing out potions and good advice. He’s learned from his studies as well as watching his pokemon interaction with certain vegetation how to make healing potions.

Knows his berries at a glance.

His true passion is navigating and has honed his abilities since he was young. Whitebeard would be lost both metaphorically and physically without him. He’s first in command when Whitebeard is being challenged with the rest of the elite four.

[leethepiper]

The world doesn't deserve you

Luffy was told to run when he heard those words. His grandpa made him remember it, in fear that Luffy would be caught in the middle of it. When Luffy heard that phrase, he ran. Bringing his brothers with him. Now with nowhere to return, where will the ASL brothers go?

greatest gift of all

There’s a baby.

There’s a- there’s a baby in Ace's grandfather’s arms.

What the fuck?

-

(Or, Luffy is five months old, Ace and Sabo are ten years old, and shenanigans, chaos, and the finding of family ensue.)

When All That Remains Is Feathers & Bones

So damnprecious over on tumblr had this idea and hoped someone would write or draw it so I asked if I could take a shot. The idea is theirs but I had a lot of fun writing this one. Thank you to them for letting me!

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Brook sits alone, thinking of those he's loved and lost and thinking of the long-gone pirate era. He plays a sad song to the clouds and to the sea.

A familiar bird sings along with his tune.

Chasing Legends

Can be implied as MarcoAce but wasn't written as a ship, just a warning in case. Mad Max inspired AU where everyone still have devil fruit abilities.

I got to work with a wonderful artist and a dear friend donivanessdoodles

- Surviving is out here is all well and good but Ace wants to live and experience true freedom. Marco is hunted like an animal and desires a place where he can finally be free and to stop running from the powers that control the wastes-

the sky is falling (but you’re with me so there’s nowhere i’d rather be)

Luffy gathered Law into his arms, held him close to his chest. He looked up at the battle around him, at the thing that killed his Law, and he screamed.

The world would forget about this place, the island that would be called the Great Kingdom. They would forget about the people, the accomplishments, and they would forget that the Sun God Nika destroyed everything in his path in his grief.

Or: Luffy is the Sun God and fell in love with the human Law. Even death will not do them part.

This should be on Ao3 only

One Piece Fic Recomendations

We’ll Look Back and Laugh at Ourselves

Between his new boyfriend and his workaholic boss, Marco felt like he was surrounded by family issues of the father and son dispute variety. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Or maybe he should’ve listened to the office gossip more. Maybe then he’d figure it out sooner.

How A Feline Screwed Up Marineford

When Ace’s execution is underway, the Marines panic as they realize that Ace is no longer on the scaffold, and why is there a cat attacking Marines?

Or

Ace has the ability to transform into a cat and promptly screws up his own execution.

To Know 

A series that I like

Life Anew

Another series I like

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[library-of-ohara]

Pokemon AU Part 1 Ace

Part one of the Pokemon AU for anon!

Request filled by @cyborg-franky and art by @donivanessdoodles

AN: I tried to smush in OP lore for some characters and mix it in a workable way for Pokemon but I'm not 100% in the know so I did my best.

Meeting The Team

Ace set out on his journey before any of his brothers, he always told them his first pokemon was going to be scary and powerful, he wanted to make Sabo and Luffy so jealous. His first pokemon was actually a Rattata.

He’d been taking a break on his journey, grabbed lunch out of his bag and saw the pokemon approach him with a wary look. He threw some food towards him, the little guy got closer. So close Ace was able to pet him.

The rattata seemed to enjoy his attention, showing signs of affection. Ace grinned, he always had a soft spot for the little purple pokemon that would run around the town at night and steal food, just like him with his dine and dashes.

He got out a pokeball and gently tapped the pokemon on the side with it, capturing him easily. It seemed like he just wanted to be with Ace. Rattata never spends much time in his ball, likes to sit on his shoulder or scamper around his feet as he walks.

--

Ace picked Charmander as his starter simply because he could relate to Charizard, like him it was so much more than people thought. Yes, the pokemon was powerful, unstoppable when trained by the right person.

Yet, the small helpless flame that flickered on the tail was what kept it alive, it wouldn’t take a lot to snuff it out, how strong, feral, powerful but also fragile the creature was. It was something he could relate to and had a soft spot for the starter straight away.

He lowkey hates how cliché his choice was but loves him, nonetheless.

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Salazzle was an accident. He was travelling through the desert on an errand. The lizard stalked him for a few miles before deciding to get in his way, sizing him up and Ace was sure the pokemon was going to attack him.

He simply blasted the Salazzle with his Charmander and captured it, mostly out of spite and Ace’s stubborn nature. Salazzle has since grown very affectionate towards Ace, she is often hostile to Marco when he gets too close to him.

Also, very jealous of Ace’s rattata for getting the lion’s share of Ace’s love.

--

Darumaka was also a pokemon Ace found while travelling through the desert. He’d set up camp for the night, his rattata was playing with his Charmander around the fire when the pokemon decided to tuck in his limbs and roll down the slope.

Charmander and rattata were having a good time playing with the ‘ball’ while Ace cooked food for everyone over the open fire. Ace had no idea where his team had found the ‘ball’ until he realised it was a Darumaka. He didn’t see the harm in its presence since everyone was enjoying playing with him

It wasn’t till the red creature who was so full of energy just stopped and fell asleep suddenly. Ace laughed at the sudden falling asleep and simply said out loud “Me too, me too.” he liked the pokemon so much he caught him while he slept.

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Lapras he came in contact with when he’d left the desert, he found the very injured Lapras who looked like they had taken damage from a battle. It seemed like someone had deemed the pokemon too weak, she was on the smaller side for a Lapras. He had his suspicions after beating the pokemon the person who caught her decided she wasn’t good enough for their purpose and left her here injured. He caught her just to take her to the nearest poke centre.

When the nurse was done, she handed the pokeball back saying that even if she was a rescue Ace should take her with him, give her a better chance at being happy, that Ace seemed like a kind soul who would help her.

So now he uses Lapras to travel, she’s small but fast and he crosses distance in no time at all.

--

Marowak was something that took Ace off guard. Ace and Marco went on a vacation together for their first anniversary as a couple and had been checking out caves and they came across a very angry Marowak in a form they’d never seen before.

Marco explained Cubones and Marowak’s reminded him of Ace, after knowing what Ace had been through, how he also had to evolve past anger and sadness to become the person he is today, it resonated with him.

Ace couldn’t help feeling a connection, that and the blue fire was captivating. It took Marowak a lot to warm up to Ace but now they have mutual respect for one another and an understanding.

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Ace’s story

It didn’t take long before Ace decided he was ready to fight the Elite Four which is where he met Marco and Whitebeard. Whitebeard being one of the four, Ace was desperate to prove himself despite the friendly advice from Whitebeard.

That’s when Ace got his ass kicked. He was embarrassed and felt bad, but Marco told him he was still learning and growing, not to be so hard on himself. That’s when Ace wanted to join the Whitebeards under Pop’s and learn to be better, finding a found family and then finding love with Marco.

Ace likes to travel and explore; he wants to work up to being a gym leader in one of Whitebeard’s territories.

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[pirates-pirates-pirates]

Chasing Legends

This is me and my wonderful partner @donivanessdoodles collab for the @opreversebang . We had a very clear idea what we wanted before we started and I was so happy and excited about this project and I am in love and adore with my soul what Doni drew for this and I was reminded why I love writing so much.

Thank you for doing the thing for me <3 Read it on AO3

Chasing Legends SFW Action/violence - mild description of injury PG 13 Mad Max inspired AU Word count: 5,086 implied/could be read as Marco x Ace

I suck at tittles btw

The sun beat down, punishing all living things below that dared to venture out into its intensity. The heat made the air hot, dry, heavy, oppressive. In this new world caused by the sins of the past, the pollution and selfishness of those who’d come before had caused the world to be a wasteland.

The ground was hot to the touch, sand and rocks that burned uncovered flesh. Even in the shade, the suffocating atmosphere gripped at a person. Dust and sand cling to everything, drawn to the perspiration on a person’s body.

Further pulling them into the world of rust and decay.

Being punished for the crimes of the past wasn’t anything that Ace was a stranger to feeling. Travelling through the middle grounds, a place between the fractions, no law’s dictated where and who he could or couldn’t be, not out here.

Sand and rocks didn’t care about the blood that ran through him, nor the name he’d been born from. The dust ate away at every man all the same.

He saw a palm tree in the distance, the green leaves are long gone, just faded brown, making a pitiful rustling sound in the slightest of breezes. Still, it didn’t matter to him if the tree was dead or alive, he just needed somewhere to sit for a moment, take a break.

The gravel crunched under his heavy boots as he made his way towards the palm. He sighed and allowed himself to slide down the tree, landing on his ass in the dirt. Unphased by the heat rising through the earth, his body temperature handled the heat.

Having an ability like his had been a Godsend in this nightmare world. Fire to keep himself warm at night, the power to keep himself cool in the day. He’d been owed some good karma considering the legacy he was dogged with.

Ace pulled out his flask, unscrewing the cap, taking a swig of water. Another blessing to his gift, whenever he found water, he was able to sterilise it, one of the few people he’d come across that hadn’t had their insides tainted by the poisoned water.

He adjusted his hat, enjoying the shade it provided his freckled face, keeping the sun out of his eyes. Leaning back against the palm he covered his face with his hat, arms behind his head as he got comfortable. The journey between territories had been longer than anticipated, a quick nap would fix him up.

That was until his shoulders tensed, the distinct feeling of eyes piercing into him caused him to stir. There was something in the air, a presence. Sighing to himself he stood, brushing the dust off himself.

“So much for a nice nap.” Ace grumbled to himself.

A sharp crack interrupted the sounds of the desert around him. Gunfire, not just any gunfire, he’d attracted the attention of a sniper somewhere in the area. The clever little fuck had managed to hide their presence until now. He clicked his tongue; he wasn’t in the mood for a fight but it seemed to be in the mood to have him.

He glanced at the smoking hole in the front of him, the bullet had whizzed right through his body, and he was curious if the sniper would try again.

-

“What the…” Marco squinted down the sights of his rifle, he’d shot the man through the chest, but he was still standing. He pulled away and rubbed his eyes, he didn’t think the sand had been kicked up enough by the breeze to affect his vision.

Reloading the rifle he adjusted his aim, the crosshairs fixed on the stupid hat he was wearing. He never missed a shot and this time he was taking it personally. The other hadn’t even moved out of the way, it was as if the stranger was staring right at him.

“I hope you have something on you worth my time yoi. Two bullets, damn.” He chuckled to himself as he pulled the trigger.

The shot fired, whizzing through the air, hitting Ace in the forehead, it should have killed him! He should have hit the floor! He then noticed the other man’s face in the scope, the incredibly smug smirk as he simply tipped his hat in greeting.

“Alright, my turn!” Ace laughed and turned his entire body to face what used to be a transmission tower.

He formed a decent sized ball of fire in the palm of his hand, lining up the fireball he couldn’t help the manic expression as he launched it in the direction the bullet had come from. He wouldn’t stand for being underestimated.

Marco stared at the fireball coming right towards him, he grumbled and let the gun fall around his neck. He changed into his harpy form, large blue talons to match the blue flaming wings. He jumped back from the tower, catching himself in the air with his powerful wings as the tower was hit with the blazing attack.

The creaking of rusted metal grinding against itself made Ace wince as he gritted his teeth, watching the metal crumple, he didn’t have time to feel smug though, seeing the beautiful bird in the sky. For a second, he didn’t even consider the abnormal creature could have been the enemy he was fighting with.

He just couldn’t move, the bird was the most gorgeous blue he’d ever seen in his life, the gold flames and tail that shimmered like something out of this world made Ace stare, mouth agape as the phoenix looped around in the sky.

Sharpened talons came hurtling down from the sky, speeding up at an alarming rate. Marco flexed his natural weapons and tucked his wings in to get a faster dive on his prey, what he hadn’t expected was his prey to turn into a wall of fire.

Too late to stop his charge now he simply accepted his fate, Wings closed around his body, waiting for the impact of the ground and the burning of flames. He hissed letting out an animalistic shriek as something made a sickening crunch upon landing.

Marco’s cooling flames at least stopped the red ones from burning him badly or for very long. His wings unfurled and he snapped his attention to the stranger in the stupid hat. He winced at the pain in his leg, looking down at the protruding bone splinter.

“We both know an injury like that is a death sentence out here. Just give up.” Ace said as his body formed from the flames Marco had crash-landed into.

The bird seemed to regard him for a moment before it transformed into a tall man with messy blond hair, a gas mask covering his face, sniper rifle strapped to him. Ace’s eyes flashed with realisation. A zoan, the sniper on the tower was a zoan.

“Normally you’d be right yoi,” The blond said with a chuckle, distorted from the mask on his face.

His hand flickered with blue flames, brilliant, beautiful, mesmerising flames that Ace tried to not let distract him. Ace prepared for an attack from the hand made of cyan fire, flinching before he noticed Marco was placing it over his leg. Ace’s eyes opened wide; his mouth hung open like an idiot as he watched the leg mend instantly in front of his very eyes.

“You can heal?”

Marco nodded as the flames dissipated and he stood to his full height, he had a good few inches on Ace much to Ace’s charging. Marco blinked half-lidded blue eyes at the younger man. Marco cocked his head to one side and examined Ace, he seemed to be disarmed, hands open and flat palmed at his sides, he wasn’t going to attack him again.

“Fire versus fire is a stalemate yoi. We’d both be wasting precious energy if was carried on with this” He sighed and folded his arms over his chest, a thin brow quirking as he waited for the stranger to concede along with him.

--

“You’re not part of a faction then?” Marco asked while he watched Ace as he casually flicked a spark into the pile of debris between them. A roaring fire crackled to life in no time, spurred on by the dry as bone offerings that had been scouted for and piled up in the centre. Rocks and stones slotted into place around the ring of fire, keeping the blaze contained.

“Nah, I got asked by the idiot in war paint to join his side once and I wasn’t buying what he was sellin’. I just want to be free, find my way ya know?” Ace shrugged and stared at the dancing flames.

The zoan nodded crossing his legs and got comfortable as he recalled the man Ace meant. He’d learned the factions were best to be avoided from his own misadventures with the wild animals that played pretend with the notion of ‘civil society.

“Eustass?”

“Yeah, him.” Ace confirmed and mimicked Marco’s posturing, sitting on his legs and looking up at the rusty sky, he’d heard there was stars years and years ago, glimmering jewels in an ocean of black. He couldn’t imagine anything but the deep orange that clouded up the world.

“I’ve heard he’s a real piece of work yoi. The other delusional idiot with the hook and sly grin was tailing me until a few weeks ago.” Marco ran a hand through his tuft of blond while picturing that wicked grinning face looming over him. Eustass was insane, like an animal that had spent too long in a cage waiting and bristling for a chance to exercise his brutality. Mr 0 however was just as cruel, maybe more so, his violence was hidden by a nice veneer of ‘for the people’; that had the masses seeking him out as a saviour, as a saint.

“How did people like that come into power?” Ace asked, bringing Marco out of his little trance, the man fixed his eyes on Marco, not sure he would get an answer.

“It’s simple, isn’t it? Sure, they aren’t the only ones with gifts but in a world that’s sand and metal is it any surprise they rose to the top yoi? They are almost unbeatable.” Marco leaned back on his palms, feeling the scratchy sand tickling at his skin.

“Almost?” “Yeah.”

“Do you mean the third faction? The one that’s a myth? The great and powerful Whitebeard? You know nobody has heard anything from him and his ‘pirates’ in years, right?” Ace couldn’t help the laugh he let out, shaking his head.

His father’s old rival, a relic from the past, someone who could remember when there was grass on the ground and birds in the sky. He glanced at Marco as he had that thought, maybe that wasn’t so wild.

Marco said nothing, he’d searched for that ‘legend’ for years. Chasing a dream, simply clawing at every hope he could. Ducking and dodging his way through the warring badlands, those in between the big cities and not one person was able to utter the whereabouts of the pirate captain.

“Why are they hunting you anyway?” Ace asked, picking up a twig, snapping the stick into smaller pieces, idly flicking them into the flames.

“Isn’t it obvious? I can heal I’m as rare as clean water yoi” He chuckled with an air of disdain; bitterness tinged his otherwise pleasant laugh. Pushing himself to sit Marco hunched over his lap, picking up a stone and flicking it into the fire, joining Ace in the display of disinterested boredom.

“Now Eustass knows that Mr 0 is after me he’s trying to beat him to the punch.” The sadness in Marco’s voice made Ace furrow his brows, his jaw set firm.

Marco caught the look and shrugged his shoulders, reaching out towards the fire. His own blue flames conjured up in his palm, mingling with the brighter ones, they looked as If they were dancing together in a rhythmic harmony instead of trying to overpower.

“You’re not the only one who longs to be free yoi.”

Ace was wanted for his power and the reputation he’d had thrust unwantedly on him by his father and Marco was hunted like a wild animal for his abilities. Maybe if there was something left akin to fate it had brought them together.

“This is why we should stick together,” Ace said with a tone of finality, not even offering it up as a suggestion to Marco.

“There’s no point in fighting one another. We both want freedom, to be rid of chains and shackles others want to slap on us. Plus, we would make a terrifying force! My flames of destruction, my determination and you with your healing and wings!” Ace flapped his arms in a gesture, playful grin in place.

“Wings?” Marco closed his palm abruptly snuffing out his flames.

“Come on..” Ace started with a slight whine to his voice that caused Marco to smirk inside his mask “Flying would cover so much distance!”

“No one ever sees birds; how subtle do you think a giant blue one would be in the sky yoi? We might both be formidable but those two have entire armies, they control the land both figuratively and literally, we’d be dead where we stand yoi” Marco saw how Ace deflated and scuffed some sand into the fire, pissy because he knew the sniper was right.

“Although,” Marco adjusted how he was sitting, his eyes focused on his companion’s face. The fire spun shadows across his features, he could see a fire in his eyes that burned brighter with ambition than any fire he’d seen.

“Would be nice not to be alone anymore yoi”

Ace nodded; he couldn’t help the growing grin on his face as the fire danced between them. He had a good feeling about this decision, about his newfound friend.

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“Is this such a good idea birdbrain?” Ace was walking behind Marco, dragging his feet as he went.

“Marco.”

“What?”

Marco sighed, stopping in his tracks, and digging in his bag, pulling out paper that looked older than Ace. “My name is Marco, not ‘birdbrain’ yoi.” He explained and looked around for a flat surface, struggling to find one he turned to Ace, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and making him turn and bend at the middle, using the other back as a table.

“A map? How do you have a map?”

“I found it, been adding things as I travel, how do you find places yoi?”

“I just kinda… walk in a direction?”

Ace could FEEL Marco rolling those pretty blue eyes at him. He placed his hands on his knees, doing his best to act as a table for Marco as he studied the paper, tapping roughly on one spot and looking up, surveying the land.

“I need to get higher.”

“Ace by the way.” He mumbled, voice deadpan as he was allowed to stand to his full height, watching Marco stash away the map like it was a prized possession.

“Alright, Ace.” Marco began as he turned his arms into wings, letting the cool flames lower the temperature around them, his companion couldn’t help himself, wanting to lean in and feel the flicker of the blissful reprieve from the heat inside and outside of himself. He imagined this was what splashing his face with fresh water might feel like.

He resisted the urge to get closer when Marco turned around and shot him a confused look.

“I won’t be long yoi.” With that Marco took off into the sky, trying to find a high vantage point to examine his map, compare it to the land. Ace rolled his eyes again and kicked pebbles along the dusty path, watching them skitter.

Marco found a tall telephone pole and used his sharp dexterous talons to keep himself attached to the narrow perch. Squatted in place and retrieved the map from his bag, holding it up and staring across the wasteland.

The phoenix brought out his rifle, holding the scope up to one eye, closing the other to focus around the area. Marco’s claws dug into the wood, splinting it in frustration, something that was defiantly not on the map was the dust being kicked up over the desert. The large rumbling cloud of orange in the horizon, rushing over the sand as if the dunes were little than a mere inconvenience.

“Ace!” He called.

“Yeah?” Ace walked slowly towards the vantage point, tipping his hat to keep the sun off his face, trying to focus on the zoan.

“You know when you refused Eustass? Were you ah, polite about it yoi?”

“Why would I have bee- oh shit, oh fuck.” Ace could feel the low rumble in the ground, approaching vehicles coming from the direction Marco was facing.

The ground vibrated under his feet, and he winced, maybe he could have been nicer about telling Kid ‘no’. An afterthought he guessed, he watched Marco’s wings appear in a flash, taking flight and coming right for Ace.

“We have to go!”

“You aren’t dragging me like some sort of roadkill, Birdbrain!” Ace protested when Marco snapped open his talons and hovered in place.

“You brought this down on me, on us, and there is no way we can beat that many of his men alone yoi.” Marco’s usually laid-back voice was laced with panic.

Which caused the hairs on the back of Ace’s neck to stand to attention, his mouth never felt so dry. He didn’t expect Kid to be this petty and come after him with such aggression. “Is it too late to say I come with baggage?”

Marco’s narrowed brows and ‘tsk’ was answer enough. “I assumed that a pretty face would come with a price yoi.”

“Aww you thi- HEY!”

Marco could hear the rumbling of heavy machines getting closer to their location and he wasn’t in the mood to die because Ace wanted to linger on the fact he’d called him pretty. The zoan now in full avian form approached Ace and carefully grabbed him under his armpits, lifting the struggling man off the ground.

Marco said nothing, irritation furrowed his brows as he flapped his wings, harder than before, the extra wright of Ace throwing him off. They beat desperately, the rumbling getting closer and closer, the building anxiety in his chest was palpable.

He may have gripped Ace a little tighter than needed. The other hit one of his toes with a balled-up fist and a mouthful of complaints. Marco couldn’t hear the words, his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Marco’s impressive wingspan kicked up a dust storm around them, their own personal cyclone. Ace lifted the bandanna up from around his neck, coughing up as the dust invaded his breathing space, choking him with the gritty dryness of the dead earth. Marco would say sorry once they were somewhere safe.

A loud screech of tires descended on them as they got some distance from the ground, a shout of aggression split the air. The zoan glanced over his shoulder just in time to see something glimmering in the light. The whizzing sound as metal cable attached to a harpoon tip flew at them, Marco tilted to the side just in time to evade being pierced.

“Why didn’t you just become fire! You’re shaking me around and I am this close to throwing up, Birdbrain!” Ace huffed, his hands holding onto the rough scaly skin of talons, panic causing him to need something, anything as a comfort.

“Sea stone tipped!” Marco quipped and tried to ignore the burning ache where his wings met his body.

He wasn’t used to carrying someone. The thought of dropping Ace and using him as a distraction for his own safe getaway flickered through his mind for just a moment. Fleeting as it was it had disgusted Marco. Where had his humanity skittered off to?

Ace was still near enough a stranger to him; one he’d only just met. The dependency already blooming in his chest, the desire to not face the world alone anymore was enough to keep Marco’s mind grounded and his talons firmly gripping the wriggling form of Ace.

“Their loading it up again!” Ace shouted, peering down at the mass of vehicles only just behind them.

“Fucking, fucks!” Marco shouted when the same gut-wrenching, anxiety building whizz sound filled their ears once more.

He dipped to the other side this time, feeling the razor sharp tip graze his wing. Kid was getting too close; Marco didn’t appreciate having shots taken when he was at a disadvantage.

Ace watched as the main truck was directly underneath them, a new harpoon loaded, it was aimed right at them. They were shooting to kill! No, they were shooting to kill him they knew Marco would heal and he was the real prize here. As much as that hurt the man’s ego he didn’t plan on anything happening to himself or his new friend.

Kid grinned, a maddening look on his face. Red lips twisted into a sinister snarl, the pleasure of the hunt running through his body. He felt alive, full of electricity and his veins pulsing with adrenaline. The red paint on his face looked like blood-smeared, only making his crazed expression even more terrifying.

Ace clicked his tongue when the clicking of gears signalled the count down.

“Should have fuckin’ agreed to my kind offer Portgas!” Kid yelled loud enough to be heard over the rumbling engine, the clanking of chains and cheers of his men as they got closer to taking them down.

“Eat shit.” Ace replied, his smirk growing as he place his two index fingers together to form a cross.

Kid blinked, narrowing his eyes when Ace’s fingers started to glow bright orange. Ace didn’t have time to warn Marco as he fired off his blast. Brilliant intense heat, fire and fury pulsed out his simple hand gesture.

Marco winced when he felt the sudden heat on his underside, wafting up and mingling with the cold air his wings provided. He didn’t have time to blink when he saw the tower of fire coming from Ace’s hands. Heat and flames spiralled down and hit the truck head-on.

The explosion rang out loudly, deafening the two airborne devil fruit users. The truck caught fire, sparks, and metal debris flew in all directions. Marco was thankful the redhead hadn’t the forethought to cover his vehicle’s armour in sea stone, each sharp splinter of shrapnel shot through his body.

Marco didn’t have time to gloat in his enemy’s defeat, other trucks were gaining on them, the same malicious intent clear as gunfire crackled and popped. Machine guns with full belts aimed at them again.

“Ace! Do that again, this time at the GROUND!” Marco yelled at his dangling companion.

“The ground?” Ace looked straight up; confusion wrinkled his nose.

“Just trust me yoi!”

Ace had no reason to doubt Marco, the phoenix hadn’t dropped him to his immediate death after all. Crossing his fingers once more he aimed at the ground this time, the same intense blast hitting the ground, the dust it created lost in the chaos of the armoured convoy’s man-made sandstorm.

The blast did exactly what Marco had hoped for. It propelled him higher into the air, he held those brilliantly gleaming blue wings out at an angle, letting the rising heat and velocity of Ace’s attack further their ascent into the sky.

Higher and higher he took them. Using the extra momentum to rest his weary wings for a moment. Rising into the air, the problems chasing them along on the ground seemed a distant memory. Marco flapped his wings with renewed vigour.

Above the layer of dust, orange, and decay they rose. The sky above was clearer than anything he had ever seen. The sun! Oh, the sun was bright yellow, who’d have thought? Marco let out a laugh as he managed to control himself in the air once again.

Marco took in a deep breath, the clean air above the pollution ceiling filled his lungs and resonated within himself. His ancient zoan thrilled with the wounder and memory of this world. When the sky was clear, the air was clean, and water flowed freely on this once green earth.

The phoenix life force sang inside Marco. Fresh air ran across his feathers, his flames dancing in the wind as he glided across the sea of pastel blue. He could feel tears pricking his eyes, so many emotions both his and the spirit that dwelled within.

“Ace, take a good long breath, can you feel this yoi?”

Ace was too dazzled to say anything. He laughed and felt himself shedding his own tears of happiness. The bliss he felt in this moment, these joyous seconds he’d never have hoped in his lifetime to feel. Clean air washed over his face, he closed his eyes, feeling baptised by the rays of sunlight on his freckled face.

He did as Marco suggested, taking a deep breath, filling his lungs. He didn’t want to exhale. If he died at this moment, he wouldn’t even care. He let out the breath, shuddering, emotional. Ace reached up and dried his eyes, still laughing, the feeling of joy overwhelming.

“I wish we could stay up here forever, Marco!”

Marco nodded, a happy trill coming from him. They glided across the sky, Marco purposely flying through the clouds. Water droplets from the vapour causing his blue flames to jump and spark harmlessly. Both men enjoyed the feeling of the rain particles splashing across their faces.

It was at this moment they felt reborn.

He couldn’t tell how long they’d been flying, hoping once they’d vanished from sight their pursuers would have given up. Even if Kid was a cantankerous piece of shit, if he was alive, even he wouldn’t chase a hunch above the clouds.

They started to descend, Marco letting out a pained squawk. He’d grievously miscalculated how long he could go without landing. The bewitching freedom of the world above had entrapped him. He adjusted himself as Ace’s feet dipped into the dirty air once more.

“You doing okay?”

“Great, thank you for asking but we might have to prepare for a bumpy landing yoi.” Marco warned his passenger as his body sagged lower in the sky.

His wings fanned out attempting to grip at whatever depleting air current there was, trying to sink from the sky with any form of grace. Lower and lower before he felt his shoulders twinge in pain. He could heal, sure. There was no stopping the pain in his joints. Wings snapping to his side involuntarily. The fatigue was too great, he cursed himself.

“Nice knowing you!” Ace nervously laughed as he saluted the bird.

Marco rolled his eyes as they fell from the sky, like brilliant shooting stars, dazzling and tumbling through the sky in a blaze of glory set to burn out into nothing. Marco’s energy running dangerously low, he’d slipped back into human form now.

Ace reached out as they free-fell through the air. He brushed his fingertips against the zoan’s. Marco understood what Ace was asking for, to not die alone, to have some sort of connection. The sadness settled in the pit of Marco’s stomach as he gripped Ace’s hand tightly in his own.

There were worse ways to die, worst places to end up. At least they’d die free as they’d always dreamed and not locked down at some assholes beck and call.

The darkness gobbled them up.

‘Strange, my eyes aren’t closed… and I can still think…. Am I dead?’ Marco thought to himself as he blinked.

Darkness like he’d never seen, pitch black and unmoving. He couldn’t see anything. He focused on the warm hand in his grasp, clutching harder to it, to Ace. The dark was causing Ace’s anxiety to spike until he felt the hand squeeze.

Marco was right here with him still. That settled Ace, if just a little.

Just as abruptly as the unrelenting, inhuman darkness swallowed them it just as swiftly spat them out. The light was shocking, blinding in comparison. Marco landed painfully on the dark orange earth he’d walked along for so many years.

Ace landed sprawled across his lap, hitting Marco between the legs with a misplaced elbow. Marco hissed like a vexed goose and pushed Ace from his body and shot him a look. The flame user groaned and rolled off his lap. Getting on all fours he stared at the looming shadow that blocked the stained sun from beating down on him.

“Good work Thatch! Gurhaha!” The booming laugh made Marco flinch.

“I thought they were about to meet our maker!” The man ‘Thatch’ said with a jovial laugh, as if he hadn’t mentioned their almost very real untimely death.

“Yeah, I kinda thought we had died when it all faded to black.” Ace sighed as he sat back, brushing his dusty palms down the front of his clothes, staring at the large man with the big white moustache.

How various other men stood around the giant. Ace elbowed Marco in the side, tugging at him and nodding to their saviours. “Whitebeard.” The skull and crossbones insignia each of the men gathered wore was unmistakable as well as the legend standing tall and in the flesh.

“Whitebeard?” Marco repeated and jolted up, scrabbling to get to his feet and stare in awe at the man who until moments ago was just a mere legend, a dream he’d been so intent on spending his days chasing.

“Just call me ‘Pops’” The man smiled brighter than the sun they’d seen moments ago, the clear and brilliant version.

Whitebeard’s eyes crinkled in fondness, watching as Thatch helped Ace to his feet, slapping him on the back with a chuckle. Another man walked to Marco, his long black hair done up beautifully, red-stained lips quirked into a smile as he handed the phoenix a flask of water.

“You’re safe now boys, you’re home.”

Marco felt himself smile, the first real smile in longer than he could remember. Hope he thought he’d lost slowly returning, filling his heart to bursting. He blinked when he felt Ace’s searching hand, trembling fingers desperate for comfort. Marco reached out once more, taking Ace’s hand in his own. Intertwining fingers as their new family swarmed around them, chattering and introducing themselves.

They were truly home.

[donivanessdoodles]

Entertain me

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

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[donivanessdoodles]

Been a long time since I made a post on here. Here’s a dragon based on the Litwik evolution line. I hope y’all enjoy

[cyborg-franky]

Pokemon AU - Ace

art by @ //donivanessdoodles Writing by me <3 [older au]

AN: I tried to smush in OP lore for some characters and mix it in a workable way for Pokemon but I’m not 100% in the know so I did my best.

Meeting The Team

Ace set out on his journey before any of his brothers, he always told them his first pokemon was going to be scary and powerful, he wanted to make Sabo and Luffy so jealous. His first pokemon was actually a Rattata.

He’d been taking a break on his journey, grabbed lunch out of his bag and saw the pokemon approach him with a wary look. He threw some food towards him, the little guy got closer. So close Ace was able to pet him.

The rattata seemed to enjoy his attention, showing signs of affection. Ace grinned, he always had a soft spot for the little purple pokemon that would run around the town at night and steal food, just like him with his dine and dashes.

He got out a pokeball and gently tapped the pokemon on the side with it, capturing him easily. It seemed like he just wanted to be with Ace. Rattata never spends much time in his ball, likes to sit on his shoulder or scamper around his feet as he walks.

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Ace picked Charmander as his starter simply because he could relate to Charizard, like him it was so much more than people thought. Yes, the pokemon was powerful, unstoppable when trained by the right person.

Yet, the small helpless flame that flickered on the tail was what kept it alive, it wouldn’t take a lot to snuff it out, how strong, feral, powerful but also fragile the creature was. It was something he could relate to and had a soft spot for the starter straight away.

He lowkey hates how cliché his choice was but loves him, nonetheless.

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Salazzle was an accident. He was travelling through the desert on an errand. The lizard stalked him for a few miles before deciding to get in his way, sizing him up and Ace was sure the pokemon was going to attack him.

He simply blasted the Salazzle with his Charmander and captured it, mostly out of spite and Ace’s stubborn nature. Salazzle has since grown very affectionate towards Ace, she is often hostile to Marco when he gets too close to him.

Also, very jealous of Ace’s rattata for getting the lion’s share of Ace’s love.

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Darumaka was also a pokemon Ace found while travelling through the desert. He’d set up camp for the night, his rattata was playing with his Charmander around the fire when the pokemon decided to tuck in his limbs and roll down the slope.

Charmander and rattata were having a good time playing with the ‘ball’ while Ace cooked food for everyone over the open fire. Ace had no idea where his team had found the ‘ball’ until he realised it was a Darumaka. He didn’t see the harm in its presence since everyone was enjoying playing with him

It wasn’t till the red creature who was so full of energy just stopped and fell asleep suddenly. Ace laughed at the sudden falling asleep and simply said out loud “Me too, me too.” he liked the pokemon so much he caught him while he slept.

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Lapras he came in contact with when he’d left the desert, he found the very injured Lapras who looked like they had taken damage from a battle. It seemed like someone had deemed the pokemon too weak, she was on the smaller side for a Lapras. He had his suspicions after beating the pokemon the person who caught her decided she wasn’t good enough for their purpose and left her here injured. He caught her just to take her to the nearest poke centre.

When the nurse was done, she handed the pokeball back saying that even if she was a rescue Ace should take her with him, give her a better chance at being happy, that Ace seemed like a kind soul who would help her.

So now he uses Lapras to travel, she’s small but fast and he crosses distance in no time at all.

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Marowak was something that took Ace off guard. Ace and Marco went on a vacation together for their first anniversary as a couple and had been checking out caves and they came across a very angry Marowak in a form they’d never seen before.

Marco explained Cubones and Marowak’s reminded him of Ace, after knowing what Ace had been through, how he also had to evolve past anger and sadness to become the person he is today, it resonated with him.

Ace couldn’t help feeling a connection, that and the blue fire was captivating. It took Marowak a lot to warm up to Ace but now they have mutual respect for one another and an understanding.

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Ace’s story

It didn’t take long before Ace decided he was ready to fight the Elite Four which is where he met Marco and Whitebeard. Whitebeard being one of the four, Ace was desperate to prove himself despite the friendly advice from Whitebeard.

That’s when Ace got his ass kicked. He was embarrassed and felt bad, but Marco told him he was still learning and growing, not to be so hard on himself. That’s when Ace wanted to join the Whitebeards under Pop’s and learn to be better, finding a found family and then finding love with Marco.

Ace likes to travel and explore; he wants to work up to being a gym leader in one of Whitebeard’s territories.

[x-birdbrains-x]

OC/Bio

Job: Assistant

Name: Ray

Age: 34

Gender: FTM

Devil fruit: Tori Tori No Mi mode Pigeon

From: North Blue

Crew: Whitebeard Pirates

Selfships with Marco [often as a poly with Ace]

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Ray literally gave up everything, his house, his livelihood, everything so he could trade it for a devil fruit, he'd always longed for a tori tori no mi. He wanted to be able to fly, to adventure and just find himself out at sea. He was over joyed and didn't hesitate to eat the fruit. Any bird would have been good right? maybe a bird of prey, something that could fly forever.

He got the pigeon model and wasn't the happiest about it. He has a complex about being such a 'scabby little bird' but it was at least a bird that could fly.

He had been traveling from island to island in his bird form when a storm hit. Being flung across the ocean as a bird wasn't the most fun he'd ever had in his life, he tried to fly in his half and half form but he didn't fair any better.

Seeing a ship ahead he hoped for the best, hoped he could land on it, going back to full bird form. He was slammed against the mast of the Moby Dick and ended up half dead on the deck.

Ace was the one who found him, he asked Thatch if pigeon was edible and he wanted to try, would be a shame to waste a chance to try. Thatch happily informed him he could, some places treated it like a delicacy.

Marco managed to intervene, knowing that the bird was a devil fruit user, a zoan like him. Ray had tried to remain in bird form, be it very panicked at the thought these pirates were going to eat him. Marco urged him to transform, which is how the doctor knew he had a broken leg.

Taken into care by Marco and watched to make sure he wasn't a spy or someone who could cause his family danger. He helped nurse Ray back to health.

Their time together they'd formed a bond. Marco kept Ray's secret of not being illogically male from the rest of the crew, though later told Pops.

Becoming back of the crew seemed like the best option, safety, he got to travel, he felt accepting and loved by the crew. He'd already formed closed bonds with the doctor as well as some others.

He helped Marco with much more then that at least.

Marco showed him how to fight in harpy/half form, showing him how to use his talons and wings in a deadly way. He became Marco's assistant, his scared of needles and faint around blood assistant.

Ray also makes a good look out and a spy, he can fly ahead and check things out, alot more subtle then a big glowing blue bird.

-Personalty-

Ray's personality is very 'here for a good time not a long time' and lacks alot of 'self preserving' qualities. Spontaneous and often crippled with indecision.

Dark humor, self deprecating humor. Sarcastic, quick witted, paranoid. Tends to get distant and standoff-ish if something is troubling him.

He's very chill, easy going, extroverted, enjoys being social and having a good time. But has a temper that can get the better of him. Probably a 0 to 30 in a matter of seconds depending on what you've done.

-Looks-

Ray is only 5'2, pear shaped, still has breasts but carefully binded. Wide hips, round brown eyes, chubby thighs and tummy. Messy grey hair that has iridescent purple/pink/green parts when the light hits it. Just like pigeons. He wears an ankle cuff made of silver one one ankle, sandles, white T-shirt or tank top under patterned shirts. Often loud and ugly. Black rectangle framed glasses.

Looks like someone who is always on vacation but has a resting >/ face no matter how good of a mood he is in.

His bird form is a female wood pigeon.

His half and half form mostly has his tail, talons, huge wings but sometimes he had feathers along his arms because his thoughts jumble and he can't relax enough to be fully wings or fully arms, he's getting better at it.

Ref sheet by @rosiinante

Ref by @donivanessdoodles

Marco x Ray

They have a very laid back dynamic, they are what the other needs in a sense. Marco helps Ray when the self doubt and unhappy voices start to eat at him. Both zoans work well in an emotional and a working sense.

Ray tends to be the one to get Marco to say no to some of the more unreasonable requests he gets. They tend to spend their days together, working along side one another, in the same living space.

Marco confessed after sometime, just came out with it and Ray accepted. It wasn't a grand romantic thing, just something simple and heartfelt, under the stars as they messed around, teasing one another.

Marco can really keep Ray calm when the temper starts to flare. They enjoy being close behind closed doors, cuddling for hours, talking, they both have the same awful sleeping pattern.

They get one another to breath.

In public they are still the type to call one another pet names 'little bird' 'baby bird' 'chick' 'birdbrain' 'pineapple' 'palm tree' always with soft touches in passing.

Has alot of banter between them both, playful teasing, mostly about little things but Marco does somewhat like to gloat he's a phoenix.

Both love to go for flights with one another.

by @rosiinante

Sometimes he just lets Ace and Ray be erratic balls of energy even though Ace has a tendency to wear Ray out. Ray and Marco smother Ace with love and words of affirmation when he's also having bad days, Ace and Marco do the same for Ray.

Marco x Ray x Ace

Ray is the in-between of Marco and Ace. The middle int he age gap, temper, attitude. He balances out either side. Marco gets teased about his younger partners but he doesn't care, he doesn't look nor act his age, they keep him young and he keeps them from being disaster.

Their bed arrangements are always wild. In the cold weather Ace is in the middle, in hot weather Marco, Ray the rest of the time.

The dynamics of how each work paired off combined as a three mean it's for the most part very harmonious. Sometimes Ace and Ray get their tempers tangled, very passionate people.

Marco's the top

Ace the switch

Ray the bottom

Alot of love and care have been the foundation of this three. Understanding and patience.

Marco and Ace had been no stranger to one another in a on and off again sense but when Ace started to get feelings, some jealousy that the two people he had feelings for got closer and closer he happily barged in and was accepted.

Ship Game

Marco x Ray HC

Marco x Ray dynamics

Marco x Ray ship game

Marco x Ray dynamics

Marco x Ray ship game

Ship game

[west-blue]

𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘

some pieces of my gal :3 click for better quality. artists in the tags!

L -> R:

1. the original picrew. tried to make her look smug as a privileged american frat boy. if she doesn’t look like she talks mad shit about seltzer’s then passes out after five shots then i failed. by poicon maker on picrew

2. look at my QUEEN!! perceive her. embrace her. love her. by @/gaynchor

3. WERK. chibi girlboss moment🥺✨by @/aifozu

4. with every new drawing i fall in love but THIS? she is STUNNING 🤩 by @/donivanessdoodles

5. the newest beautiful addition to the collection 😍❤️ by @/ummmmandy

more galley pictures

[library-of-ohara]

Pokemon AU Part 2 -Marco-

Part two of the Pokemon AU for anon! Request filled by @cyborg-franky and art by @donivanessdoodles AN: I tried to smush in OP lore for some characters and mix it in a workable way for Pokemon but I'm not 100% in the know so I did my best.

AN: I wanted to go down Marco being a navigator route more than a doctor, but with some herbology, knowledge to help his and other people’s pokemon.

Meet The Team

Starmie always seemed like a strange choice when people would ask about the man’s team. He would chuckle and shrug his shoulders without giving much away. The truth was, Marco hadn’t planned on being a pokemon trainer, it wasn’t that he didn’t like the idea, not at all.

He just wanted to go to the sea and learn navigation. He spent every day down by the beach as a child and watched the ships come in. Wishing that he could take to see and learn everything there was to learn one day.

It was that day that Marco while trying to work out patterns the ships would come in from, slipped and tumbled into the sea. His Starmie saw him struggling and came to his aid, making sure he was fine.

From that day on the same Starmie would be waiting by the rocks, as if to make sure the boy would be safe. He later came back with a Pokeball, asking the pokemon if he wanted to join him.

Starmie and Marco have been together ever since.

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Pidgeot [a pigdey when he met them] was his second pokemon when he was older, late teens, he’d been reading a lot on herbs and their effect on pokemon after he’d started to watch all the wild bird pokemon snap and eat at certain ones. He would sit and watch for hours when he needed a break from navigation studies.

He liked watching bird pokemon, they were the masters of navigation. Always knowing where to go, how far, could go by smell miles away just to get to a landmark they recognised. It always had him fascinated.

That was when he picked up all the other little quirks from the birds and started to take notes on what plants they would chomp at.

One Pidgey would always come close to Marco who would sit there quietly. A smile on his face as the bird pecked at his book, hoping for food. He’d share his lunch with the bird, watching him fly off every day before meeting him each morning.

Marco caught him one day and the pokemon has grown with Marco over the years, gives him good insight on what plants seem to have healing/helping properties and helps with learning certain sea patterns around the year.

--

Cramorant was obtained by Marco when he was older. He was starting to sail with Whitebeard, as a navigator. The bird had pretty feathers, but he would always watch them being stupid and his Cramorant had to have been the dumbest one he’d ever seen.

Each time he would come home he’d see the bird swallowing anything and everything it could get. He’d seen the damn thing almost choke to death on a small geodude, that was when Marco stepped in.

Capturing it for its own good. He at least got a new friend, the pokemon was hardly weak either. He didn’t use this one to help him learn anything, but he still cares for him all the same.

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Tropius was a fun find, he’d been sailing with Whitebeard for some years now, they’d stopped by a tropical island, needing to anchor the ship somewhere safe while a storm he’d predicted rolled over the ocean. They explored the island for a bit where Marco found pineapples.

Sitting and eating them he watched as his Tropius lurched over and sniffed at all the fallen pineapples. Marco chuckled and held one out, which the creature took happily. Marco wondered if he fed the pokemon nothing but pineapples.. would that be a new variant?

He was charmed by the tropical pokemon and caught him. Wouldn’t hurt to have something other than birds and Starmie as part of the team.

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Pidove was simple, the little thing had got lost at sea and ended up on the ship. Marco would feed it every day and it would simply sit on his window as he worked. Cooing and making happy sounds.

He became a comfort to Marco, every morning the bird would be there, singing and making sounds and he would roost on the empty supply barrel on the wall outside. Marco was fond of the Pidove and simply tapped him with a Pokeball and the rest was history.

The pokemon are happy to be accepted.

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Exeggutor was from his and Ace’s trip for their first anniversary. They stayed at this cabin and the palm tree-like pokemon would always smell food and stick its neck in through the window. At first, it was funny, and Ace laughed and teased him about looking just like one.

Every mealtime Exeggutor would try and shove its head in and get something to eat, he blamed Ace, he always fed wild pokemon which attracted them.

Marco had to catch it in the end just to stop it. He then grew fond of it during their vacation and felt it fit in with his team.

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Marco’s Story

He’s the person you find walking around near the start handing out potions and good advice. He’s learned from his studies as well as watching his pokemon interaction with certain vegetation how to make healing potions.

Knows his berries at a glance.

His true passion is navigating and has honed his abilities since he was young. Whitebeard would be lost both metaphorically and physically without him. He’s first in command when Whitebeard is being challenged with the rest of the elite four.