#feufist

[enjomo-arch]

(  flame  command  ━  prompted  :  deuce )   //    [  ♠ @feufist  ]

he'd been planning this prank for the past two days. it was well - deserved payback for the other keeping him up the other night with questions about koala's and other animals, which, normally deuce wouldn't have minded if it hadn't been / three in the morning !!! / sneaking into his brother's quarters, he picked up his shorts and shoes and pulled a small cylinder from his back pocket ; itching powder. with a quiet snicker he sprinkled the powder in both ace's shoes, then his shorts, before putting them back carefully where he'd found them and leaving the room to wait for tomorrow.

  the  morning  passed  without  a  problem.  ace  kept  performing  his  normal  chores  he  owned  as  a  commander  of  the  ship  to  keep  up  with  the  rest  of  the  crew  and  their  daily  routine.  however,  the  more  time  passed  with  the  sun  which  in  its  natural  pace  slowly  moved  across  the  clear  blue  sky  the  more  ace  began  to  feel  a  strange  discomfort.  his  whole  legs  felt  like  they  were  burning,  not  in  a  way  the  do  when  the  blessing  of  fire  emerges  from  the  flesh  to  engulf  potential  enemies  with  its  flame.  his  skin  felt  itchy,  to  the  point  it  was  getting  worse  and  worse  with  how  he  started  scratching  himself  through  the  material  of  cargo  shorts.  

❝  what  the  hell  ....  ❞  ace  hissed  to  himself.  unable  to  stop  scratching  himself.  the  sensation  even  radiated  down  his  spine,  and  he  could  even  feel  it  in  his  shoes.  gritting  his  teeth  a  visible  frown  appeared  on  his  face  the  more  it  started  bothering  him.  ❝  am  i  allergic  to  some  shit  ?  ❞  he  questioned  himself,  thinking  loudly  as  he  began  to  undo  the  belt  of  his  pants  to  get  them  off  as  quickly  as  possible.  a  cling  of  the  silver  buckle  followed  by  rustling  of  the  leather  being  pulled  out  of  the  pant's  loops,  landing  on  the  floor  before  completely  his  pants  fell  off  with  a  silent  whisper  when  they  hit  the  ground,  leaving  the  fire  fist  in  only  black,  fire  -  patterned  boxers  on  display.  it  was  not  only  embarrasing  but  frustrating  when  he  started  scratching  his  thighs,  now  feeling  some  powder  under  his  fingernails.  

his  eyebrow  lifted,  cheeks  burning  bright  red  when  he  sat  down  to  pull  off  his  shoes  as  well,  one  hand  engaged  in  removing  his  shoes  while  the  other  scratched  so  hard  that  red  nail  marks  appeared  on  his  skin.  everyone  looked  so  baffled  watching  the  commander  lose  himself  in  boiling  anger  about  this.  all  until  he  noticed  the  powder  spilling  from  his  boots.  bringing  it  up  to  his  face,  the  realization  hit  him  like  a  tsunami  wave.  so  hard  that  visibly  throbbing  veins  appeared  on  his  forehead  and  neck  with  how  much  rage  was  boiling  in  the  fire  fist  now.  ❝  this  fucker  ...  i'm  gonna  kill  him  !  ❞  he  yelled  so  loud  that  the  seagulls  scurried  away  flying  from  the  ship's  crow  nest.  not  even  was  he  embarrassed  for  standing  in  just  boxers  on  display,  but  the  fact  he  fell  for  such  a  cheap  joke.

[mtwiind]

@feufist asked:

would you stop staring at me?

zoning out was what kaku was actually doing, staring into the void of nothingness basically--but he snapped out of it the moment that he heard the other's voice and glanced away.

"hmm? oh! sorry about that.." he said softly as he took hold of his drink that was once set upon the table in front of him. swirling the liquid a few times he took a drink, going back to that void once more, though not gazing at the man anymore.

maybe going to a bar wasn't the best idea for the man. but fuck if he didn't need this.

[trafalgrs]

@feufist /

. . . he pokes him with the end of his sword. "this is a horrible place to fall asleep."

[red-and-eclipses-aphmau-rewrite]

A Timeline

BA=Before Ascension or before the MCD season 3 finale. AA=After Ascension or after the MCD season 3 finale.

13/05/4052 BA: Lady Irene is born

14/07/4032 BA: Irene meets Shad and begins to form the Divine Warriors

25/10/4029 BA: The Divine Warriors get formed completely and gain their relics

30/11/4029 BA: The Divine Warriors begin to fight against the King of Ru'an

09/12/4025 BA: The Divine Warriors dethrone the King of Ru'an and set up the village system

1023 BA: The War of the Magi

04/06/1000 BA: Irene locks most of her essence in her realm in a permanent slumber, but she leaves a bit in the world she left, in the form of a staff

37 BA: Garroth runs to Phoenix Drop and gets sanctuary and a position as the head guard--Abandons Garroth Ro'Maeve. Becomes Garroth Wardsneir

01/04/34 BA: The former Lord of Phoenix Drop, a man named Malek, is killed, and the village begins to die

24/06/32 BA: Aphira is brought into existence by the staff and gets taken to Phoenix Drop

19/07/32 BA: Aphira declares herself Lord of Phoenix Drop--Becomes Lady Aphira Feuoisefell

24/06/32 BA-19/10/28 BA: Rise of Phoenix Drop

19/10/28 BA-25/02/13 BA: The crew gets trapped in Irene's Dimension

23/02/14 BA: Zoey manages to reach Irene's Dimension and save everyone except Garroth

25/02/13 BA-19/11/10 BA: War of the Magi

19/11/10 BA: Lady Aphira learns the full story of Irene. Or does she?

19/11/10 BA-29/09/3 BA: Lilith Garnet and Alina Feuoisefell grow up--seven years of peace

29/09/3 BA-04/10/0 BA: The Realm Protector

04/10/0 BA: Lady Aphira ascends

3050 AA: Aaron Lycan, Gene Warren, and Jeffory Goldheart are born, reincarnations of Aaron Fauconclaw, Gene Wardsneir, and Jeffory Argentheart, respectively

3051 AA: Cadenza Zvahl, Sasha Hopper, and Zenix Michaels are born, reincarnations of Cadenza Cousturier, Sasha Wardsneir, and Zenix Wardsneir, respectively

3052 AA: Dante Warren, Garroth Ro'Meave, Katelyn Brewster, Laurence Zvahl, and Lucinda Tredefeu are born, reincarnations of Dante Wardsneir, Garroth Ro'Meave-Wardsneir, Katelyn Feufist, Laurence Wardsneir, and Lucinda Tredefeu, respectively

3053 AA: Aphira Shalashaska, Mica Winter, Nicole Von Rosenberg, Travis Valkrum, Zane Ro'Meave, and Vlayd Ro'Meave are born, reincarnations of Aphira Feuoisefell, Marie Regratier, Nicole Pessivent, Travis Valkrum, Zane Ro'Meave-Prestre, and Vlayd Ro'Meave, respectively

3067-3068 AA: PDH Season 1

3068-3069 AA: PDH Season 2

3071 AA: PDH Graduation Days

3071-3072 AA: Falcon Claw University

3077 AA: The Big Move

3077-3080 AA: Mystreet Season 1

Summer 3080 AA: Love Love Paradise

Autumn 3080 AA: The Bigger Move

3080-3083 AA: Lovers Lane

Autumn/Winter 3083-3084 AA: Emerald Secret

3084-3085 AA: Aphira's Year

Summer 3085 AA: Starlight

Autumn 3085 AA: When Angels Fall

Lady's Day 3087 AA: Her Wish

Spring 3087: Aphira and Aaron get married

[enjomo-arch]

(  flame  command  ━  prompted  :  deuce )   //    [  ♠ @feufist ]

" if you ever ask me that question again, you will not wake up the following morning. " (sibling shenanigans!!)

❝  jeez  y'got  bitten  in  the  balls  or  what  ?  ❞  there  was  a  slight  disappointment  in  his  voice.  although  he  might  have  expected  such  an  answer  from  someone  who  had  been  through  so  many  installments  around  high  standard  people  like  the  marines.  or  at  least  those  who  were  placed  high  up.  he  had  to  get  a  precious  sleep,  and  ace  on  the  other  hand  by  his  random  naps  caused  by  narcolepsy  usually  had  his  eyes  wide  open  during  the  dark  and  quiet  night.  he  was  laying  on  his  own  sleeping  bag  he  found  in  the  striker's  denizens.  fortunately  he  had  one  spare  to  give  to  his  brother.  

it  felt  so  different  to  have  him  there,  by  his  side  again.  after  so  many  years  when  he  was  finally  able  to  find  him.  he  felt  happy  about  it,  deep  down  he  felt  relieved  that  nothing  had  happened  to  him  and  the  hope  he  carried  in  his  heart  that  he  was  somewhere  alive  never  died.  the  fire  fist  rolled  to  the  side,  watching  his  twin's  back  as  he  curled  up  in  the  blanket  to  sleep.  a  small  frown  blooming  over  his  expression.  he  hoped  that  the  longer  they  were  given  to  spend  the  sooner  ace  would  pull  that  stick  out  of  his  ass  that  seems  like  it  was  planted  really  deep  in.  

❝  i  was  just  wondering  if  ants  have  feelings  when  you  ...  y'know  you  step  on  them.  but  i  guess  it  doesn't  matter  then.  ❞  hazel  irises  narrowed,  ace  changed  his  position  to  lay  back  down  on  his  back  when  he  felt  an  unpleasant  tugging  under  the  material  of  his  elbow  brace,  the  little  swelling  that  appeared  whenever  he'd  lay  on  his  side  for  too  long.  his  hands  rested  on  top  of  his  abdomen,  and  eyes  watching  the  starry  sky  only  blinking  every  now  and  then.  he  really  tried  so  much  to  make  contact  with  his  sibling  but  maybe  morning  would  be  better  to  do  that,  unless.

❝  ...  do  y'think  koalas  get  angry  ?  ❞

[enjomo-arch]

(  prompted  :  deuce )    //    ♠ @feufist

"hey. you look tired. you alright?"

❝  m'  drunk  of  course  i  look  tired,  dumbass.  ❞  ace  chuckled,  shaking  his  head  with  amusement  hanging  over  his  lips  for  a  brief  second.  well,  it  wasn't  exactly  a  lie,  because  like  every  evening  when  tired  eyes  blackened  by  the  sight  of  his  own  fate  couldn't  squint  themselves  to  sleep,  ace  took  advantage  of  the  situation,  the  liters  of  alcohol  with  which  he  tried  to  zap  his  sorrows.  it  wasn't  healthy,  he  knew  that.  but  he  wanted  at  least  a  momentary  chance  to  rid  himself  of  the  heavy  burden  on  his  shoulders,  even  at  the  cost  of  slowly  losing  consciousness.  he  was  a  goner,  and  that's  what  he  knew  so  very  well.  his  expression  ceased  slowly,  into  more  of  a  painful  look  than  the  one  he  graced  his  twin  with.  maybe  he  should  go  to  bed  now,  after  all.  ❝  i  just,  thought.  too  much.  im  gonna  be  fine  n'  dandy  in  the  mornin'.  no  need  to  sweat  'bout  it.  ❞  

[enjomo-arch]

(  flame  command  ━  prompted  :  deuce )   //    [  ♠ @feufist  ]

" say we get into the cage and through the security doors there and down the elevator we can't move, and past the guards with the guns, and into the vault we can't open... "

anything  that  flew  through  his  ear  flew  out  the  other.  honestly,  maybe  his  focus  on  the  conversation  wouldn't  be  so  bad  as  if  he  didn't  have  a  bowl  of  steaming  food  in  front  of  him.  of  course,  this  was  something  they  had  been  planning  for  a  long  time,  a  quick  infiltration  leading  them  closer  to  whatever  inhuman  experiments  would  occur  to  his  dear  twin.  however,  ace  couldn't  think  with  an  empty  stomach.  the  soup  was  steaming  hot  and  obviously  catching  all  the  attention  that  ace  possessed  when  a  spoonful  of  the  meal  landed  just  within  his  mouth  and  a  rushed  swing.  

it  was  only  when  his  brother  finished  speaking  that  the  silence  he  found  allowed  him  to  raise  his  eyes.  his  twin  was  waiting  for  the  answer,  or  anything  ace  could  add  to  whatever  babble  was  coming  out  of  his  mouth.  sure,  it  was  important,  but  on  the  other  hand,  food  was  also  important.  his  movements  came  to  a  halt,  the  spoon  barely  hanging  over  the  bowl  of  soup  and  his  gaze  went  upward  before  ace  placed  the  silver  next  to  the  plate  and  leaned  back  in  his  chair.  the  pointing  finger  found  it's  way  into  one  of  his  ears,  rubbing  the  inside  as  if  something  was  stuck  there.  right,  his  brother's  annoying  ass  voice.

❝  imma  be  honest.  i  ain't  been  listenin'  since  you  said  'cage.  ❞  the  stupid  smile,  so  sly  creeping  up  the  fire  fist's  features.  the  smile  for  which  his  younger  twin  should  kill  him,  just  like  all  the  people  who  saw  him  after  ace  created  quite  a  problem  for  them  with  his  antics.  a  loud  snort  followed,  totally  amused  his  finger  kept  drilling  in  his  ear  until  he  took  out  a  small  ball  made  of  ear  wax,  flicking  it  away.

[enjomo-arch]

(  flame  command  ━  prompted  :  ace )   //    [  ♠ @feufist  ]

" okay. here's the problem. we're stealing two things. " ( young!ace to older!ace? )

taking  care  of  kids  was  one  hell  of  a  task.  sometimes  it  came  naturally  to  him,  when  he  wasn't  forced  to  do  it  by  fate  which  this  time,  for  some  strange  reason,  allowed  him  to  experience  something  he  hadn't  even  ace  dreamed  of  in  the  deepest  recesses  of  his  subconscious.  maybe  even  better,  considering  he  was  the  adult  here  and  now  the  tall  body  of  the  fire  fist  sank  down  into  a  casual  crouch  to  be  on  the  level  with  his  ...  younger  self.  

but  if  he  had  to  choose  to  babysit  some  kid  it  certainly  wouldn't  be  his  old  self.  considering  what  an  ace  he  was  during  his  tough  childhood  whose  memories  even  now  could  keep  him  awake  at  night,  making  his  heart  clench  uncomfortably.  

it  was  a  challenge,  but  ace  wouldn't  have  been  himself  if  he  hadn't  put  his  hands  in  even  the  worst  of  trouble.  he  should  have  been  in  charge,  but  after  all,  he  was  a  pirate,  and  he  knew  what  he  was  capable  of  anyway.  grinning,  with the  stupid  smirk  for  which  he  should  have  gotten  a  pipe  in  his  face  he  placated  the  younger  boy  before  his  pointy  finger  poked  the  very  middle  of  the  child's  forehead,  pushing  him  back. 

❝  nah,  you're  gonna  steal  these  goodies  for  me  'cause  yer  rat  sized.  no  one  will  notice  you  when  you  go  inside.  i'll  take  care  of  the  distraction  so  you  don't  mess  anythin'  up.  ❞  at  worst  everything  will  go  wrong  and  they'll  have  to  run  away.  could  the  kids  even  go  to  jail  ?

[enjomo-arch]

discussing  twins  verse  and  dynamic  with  @feufist  and  my  favorite  imagination  is  the  portgas  twins  trying  to  infiltrate  the  marine  hq  and  thunder's  ace  actually  lockpicking  the  doors  while  my  ace  breaks  the  round  glass  window  in  the  doors  with  his  elbow  to  reach  through  it  and  open  the  doors  from  the  inside.  peak  siblings

[umbrx]

More Random/Useless Muse Facts

Did they believe in Santa?: Not for a single moment. He questioned the reality of the man’s existence since first hearing about it, and had conducted experiments to prove his theory. When he told his parents what he wanted, he got it. When he kept it a secret, he never got what he truly wanted. Doflamingo didn’t gloat about it, though, as to not take away the joy of his younger brother.

Were they a dinosaur or rock kid?: Dinosaur. He enjoyed everything history related, and they looked cool.

Bugs or slimy critters?: Bugs.

Do they fidget? How?: No, almost never at all. Doflamingo tends to always keep his composure, however, or rare occasions when things aren’t going his way and the plan will blow up in his face, he bites his nails. It’s a habit he developed in early teens and had broken, but in extreme stressful situations, it resurfaces.

What were they frequently in trouble for as a child?: All kinds of things. Doflamingo was a troublemaker with curiosity to explore things deemed illegal or immoral by society, so fights, theft and underage drinking were only to name a few.

What underwear do they like?: Boxer-briefs and boxers. He will switch them around depending on his mood or activities that day.

Designs on clothing or no?: Doflamingo doesn’t care about designs on his clothing and also doesn’t mind them at all. If he likes it, he will buy it.

Birthmarks?: None.

Do they have good self control?: A quite good self-control. For the most part Doflamingo will remain in full control of himself, but he is able to get shaken out of it. If his buttons are pressed and he’s angry, that control starts slipping away. He’ll always try to get back to full control, though, the moment he feels himself slipping.

Favorite franchise?: None. He doesn’t watch many movies or TV shows. He’s more keen on reading books.

Do they re-enact scenarios in the shower?: Sometimes. He will either have a partner with him so it won’t be needed, or if he’s alone, he may simply think of it and chuckle to himself.

Do they tell the waiter that their order is wrong?: Yes, absolutely. He doesn’t play pretend and act like it’s his order to not hurt feelings. He straight out says it as it is — that they’ve fucked up.

Stairs or elevator?: Elevators, be it for the comfort, to not waste energy going to a higher floor, to tease the person with him and create sexual tension, or for the sex. Some elevator sex is always nice, even though rare.

Are they an exaggerator when telling stories?: Yes. He makes all the stories a drama play. He’d fit in well in Ancient Greece.

tagged by: @distopea (thank you Miho ❤️)

tagging: @taiixuan ( muse of your pick! ), @goreburdened ( dealer’s choice! ), @feufist, @solbeaming, @regensia ( your pick! ), @picavecalyx​ & anyone seeing this on their dash! I’d tag you all individually but it would take a lot of space so if you’ve read this, you’re tagged!

[enjomo-arch]

𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦  𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧  𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗗  𝗬𝗢𝗨  𝗢𝗙  𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥  𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘  :

♠️  mean  ass  drunk  -  watsky  

Gotta say, i'll be skippin' what you got for the day  //  Maybe you'll be thinking that i'm hot in the head  //  Or I'm sick of picking on my chicken pox in the bed  //  You can think what you like  //  I think i'll take a hike  //  Has anybody told you you're a mean ass drunk? //

♠️  blood  //  water  -  grandson

Look me in my eyes  //  Tell me everything's not fine  //  Oh, the people ain't happy  //  And the river has run dry  //  We'll never get free Lamb to the slaughter  //  What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?

♠️  burn  it  to  the  ground  -  nickelback

We're screaming like demons  //  Swinging from the ceiling  //  I got a fist full of fifties  //  Tequila just hit me  //  Oh, we got no class, no taste  //  No shirt, and shit faced  //  We got it lined up, shot down  //  We're going till the world stops turning  //  While we burn it to the ground tonight

♠️  dancing  with  the  dead  -  one  hope

I'm dancing with the dead again  //  I don't think you'll forgive my sin  //  So I'll cross my heart and hope to live  //  'Cause I'm desperate for the touch of life  //  Fight these thoughts I'll never fly  //  I know I'm worth more than I try  //  I'm dancing again  //  Come dance with my friends

♠️  play  with  fire  -  sam  tinnesz

Rite of passage, classic havoc  //  Match in the gas tank, ooh, that's wretched  //  Unstoppable, legendary animal  //  Digital justice, now you're gonna know us  //  I've always liked to play with fire

♠️  you  know  what  they  do  to  guys  like  us  in  prison  -  MCR

In the middle of a gunfight  //  In the center of a restaurant  //  They say, "Come with your arms raised high"  //  Well, they're never gonna get me  //  Like a bullet through a flock of doves  //  Pain in my heart for your dying wish  //  I'll kiss your lips again

♠️  and  to  those  i  love  thanks  for  sticking  around  -  $B

Never really felt like I belonged  //  So I'll be on my way  //  And I won't be long  //  I'll be dead by dawn  //  What the fuck do I do, when sabotage is all I know?  //  Oh, I done dug myself my own grave in this hole, oh no, whoa, whoa

♠️  cannonball  -  8  graves

You're right, I'm good for nothing  //  I make the same mistakes a thousand times  //  Can't say you're wrong to judge me I burst into flames and run in blind  //  Wildfire, light it up and burn it all  //  Dead and I know it, set on exploding

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