#silva talks nonsense

[silvashapeshifter]

Qibli, gas him

(if you know you know)

[silvasreblogs]

offend a witch i must, for my final self I'll become.

being turned into a dragon as a punishment is so inherently funny. we’re sentencing you to become a beautiful magical creature that can live indefinitely and breathe fire and kill men with your bite. oh nooooooooo. anything but thattttttt. bad news, I’m a reptile. good news, I no longer have to pay my tithe to the church.

[silvashapeshifter]

why do i find fat characters pretty and fun to draw but can't apply that logic to myself </3

[anoddopal]

Take a gander at what has emerged from my drafts!! Finally getting around to posting the Post-Timeskip refs for Bun--

Artwork for Bun's Human-Beast; ie Bun-Beast form done in colaberation with @sun-uwu-kong!! [Please be sure to check out his blog if you like his work!]

🔽🔽!!Detailed Profile Below!! ⬇️⬇️

・❥・Name: Bun-Bun Silva [“Silver”] ・❥・Moniker: “Lucky Lepus” ・❥・Age: 27 [ Pre-Timeskip], 29 [pictured; Post-Timeskip] ・❥・Devil Fruit: Rabbit-Rabbit Fruit, Model: Wolpertinger ・❥・Haki: Conquer’s Haki; which Bun is able to utilize with limited ability. Mainly it contributes largely to how bun can both tame - and harness strong understandings with - the many creatures of the world. Alas, Bun never received the proper training to have complete mastery over her talent, which means it can’t be utilized to its fullest potential. Notably, Bun can only be formidable with her Haki subconsciously/in a signification state of distress. Bun is completely unaware of her ability- as are most others. ・❥・Spouse: La.ffitte ・❥・Affiliations: The Bl.ackbeard Pirates ・❥・Relevant Arcs: [Pre]A.labasta, J.aya, Post-En.ies Lobby, Ma.rineford, Post-War, [TIMESKIP], D.ressrosa, Z.ou, W.ano, Eg.ghead

・❥・Bunself: ・The very same Bun-Bun Silva that everyone knows and loves! Ah, granted, this version of Bun harbors a few negative traits, a few bad habits that come to the surface more often than even she would like to admit. Oh what, did you expect Bun to be nary a flaw? What a naive assumption to make. Regrettably, Bun is as human as the rest of us… ・If one is unlucky enough to cross paths with a Bla.ckbeard Pirate, then Bun is just about the only one a person would “want” to run into. She never quite got on board with the whole “pirating” profession. A simple offering will do in place of actual pillaging— Complimentary meals, free services, generous gifts from shops and vendors; nothing that would put too much of a hole in a business’ profits. And individuals/their residences [save for the immensely, ridiculously wealthy] will not be bothered at all. Areas of an island where she has personally wandered through usually remain surprisingly intact, and no worse off. Mostly, she just wants to be left alone when going about her day. ・Bun is still nice to those around her as a default. And more importantly, Bun is still kind. It is immensely difficult for her to be unkind… without a worthy reason, of course. Bun has changed- depending on whom you ask; for the better or the worse. And yet, some things never do change. She will always be soft for those who need it. She will always take the time to put a baby bird back in its nest, or carefully usher a wayward insect back outside. ・But be ever mindful about rubbing Bun the wrong way. Bun has a bit of a temper broiling beneath the surface. Mind you, it takes quite a bit of pushing to get bun to that point, but once somebody has… there is no reversing what has been done. No one really ever knows what to expect when Bun is pushed past the threshold, though a grand scale explosion is always an inevitable certainty. The fallout after the fact is a degree of consequence that many aren’t prepared to cope with. It behooves those in her presence to ensure they stay off of her shit list. ・An audacious little bucket of sass; even more so after eating the Rabbit-Rabbit Fruit, Model: Wolpertinger. Bun has always been playful, if not a bit verbally impish. However, after spending all of her time amongst a crew of morally corrupt pirates who encourage every maladjusted trait bun boasts, she’s become a bit of a mouthy menace. ・Bun is never to be underestimated. Do not be deceived by her tiny frame and innocent appearance; do not think for a second she’s any less capable of impossible feats than her devious associates. This prey animal bites back- and she’ll take a chunk outta ya when she does so, too.

For more overall info in regard to this version of Bun; please check out the #Forbidden Fruit AU tag on my blog! A few important info dumps are:

・On Bun's Dynamics with the crew [1], [2], [3]

・On Bun's thoughts on Teach [1]

[bows-n-fluff]

I heavily headconon Nozel actually being protective of Noelle when she's not around.

Like:

Solid: Noelle doesn’t deserve to be a Silva!

Nozel: And you don’t deserve to talk. Yet here we are.

Nozel: You wouldn’t. You’ve never cared about anything but yourself.

Nebra: I don’t get why you even care about Noelle.

Solid: Noelle’s just an embarrassment to the family.

Nozel: Not as embarrassing as losing to her in combat.

Nebra: Noelle is such a weakling.

Nozel: Interesting. Coming from someone whose only skill is disappearing when things get serious.

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Random Noble: It’s pathetic how long it took her to control her magic.

Nozel: It’s pathetic how long you’ve existed without contributing anything of value.

Random Noble: She’ll never be a true Silva.

Nozel: And you’ll never be anything but a roach wearing noble robes.

Random Noble: If I were you, I’d have thrown her out years ago."

Nozel: If I were you, I’d be grateful no one has thrown you off a cliff yet. Though that luck is running incredibly low.

Random Noble: She’ll never be strong enough to stand among real nobility.

Nozel: And you’ll never be strong enough to crawl out of the dirt where you belong. Who am I kidding? Even dirt is like diamond compared to you.

Random Noble: Noelle should have been cast aside.

Nozel: You should have been buried. But it’s never too late to correct a mistake.

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(After the whole megicula thing)

The same noble: So what? Noelle is-

Nozel: [Pointing daggers of mercury less than a millimeter away from their face.]

Nozel, Nebra, & Solid, in perfect unison: Get her name out of your filthy mouth you vile, wretched rat.

Solid: What do you think you're doing talking shamelessly about a royal? I don't remember giving you permission.

Nebra: She sacrificed too much for your lazy ass to sit back so don't you ever make the mistake of spewing that nonsense.

Nozel: [Death glares].

[silvashapeshifter]

some people are like "I have two wolves in me"

well, i have that frog in me. the aegosexual frog. (very probably, i'm never 100% sure of it but let's say i'm sure at 85%)

finding a term that you’ve never heard before but it resonating with you so deeply is a really cool experience

and that is why research on queer identities, whether gender, sexuality, or romance, is so needed!

from Ace Voices by Eris Young

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Milei has nothing to apologize to Lula for, says Spokesman Adorni

Brazilian President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva insisted that he was not talking to his Argentine counterpart Javier Milei until the latter apologized to him and his country for his derogatory remarks during last year's campaign in which the Libertarian leader spoke of a “corrupt Communist” while remaining close to Lula's adversary and then incumbent Jair Bolsonaro.

“I did not talk to the president of Argentina because I think he should apologize to Brazil and to me. He said a lot of nonsense. I just want him to apologize. I love Argentina, it is a country that I like very much, it is a very important country for Brazil, and Brazil is very important for Argentina. It is not a president of the Republic who is going to create tares between Brazil and Argentina,” Lula said Wednesday.

But, in Buenos Aires, Presidential Spokesman Manuel Adorni said there was “nothing to regret,” thus upping the diplomatic tension between South America's largest two countries. In Adorni's words, Milei did nothing “to regret, for now.”

“Whatever President Lula wants is within his wishes and we respect him, but the President has not committed anything he has to regret, at least for now,” Adorni argued during his traditional morning press briefing. Adorni also said both leaders crossed paths for the first time ever during the G7 summit in Italy and greeted each other “cordially as befits two presidents of two nations.” They are to meet again at the July 8 Mercosur Summit in Paraguay “unless something changes,” Adorni also explained. Despite Adorni's statement, they were not seen exchanging any words and there are no photographs of the two of them together.

Continue reading.

[silvashapeshifter]

only evil thoughts behind those eyes

[silvashapeshifter]

i go to jail for my butch lesbian dragon OC ?? injustice, she couldn't commit arson yet !!

i took the liberty of joining sorry

@milesmedraloza-ramble @la-creatrice @nysislost @vanitythevantropist @who-is-this-weirdo (/nf) + anyone who wants to join !!

Found this on Twitter, so I thought, why not posting it here and doing a tag game 😊

Ok, I’ll go first

If he is the reason, I’d go to prison gladly 🥰❤️‍🔥

Tagging: @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen @nic-214 @milkyway-ashes @dr-radiation @whitequeen-ofwillowgreen @sunsetdaydreamer @therockywhorerpictureshow @delicatelyfantasticninja and everyone 😊

Sorry if I forgot to tag some of you!

[agdau]

Determine; Nozel Silva x Fem reader

Hii this is my first time ever uploading something but I have been obsessed with Nozel after recently picking up Black Clover, so here a one shot of him. I do apologies if it has a bit of errors 🙏 Hope you enjoy!

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I had always been open about my feelings to Nozel, and even if he rejected me every single time I confessed, I couldn’t give up. The thought of waking up to him for the rest of my life, while the kids run and jump in our beds waking him up and toying with his hair made my lips crook everytime. It was rare for me to even encounter him face to face, as I was not a captain, but I became one of the best magic knights in my squad so he could notice me and attend those fancy events held by the Wizard King. Despite him not being the sweetest being on the planet and the greatest brother publicly to his sister, I knew deep down those hard core there was a soft, sweet and caring individual. I do understand that being a captain came with great responsibilities, and I knew he took those responsibilities to heart, and that’s what I admire about him.  At first, I thought it was admiration towards him, but then I started to think about him, and seeing him with that stoic face when we was at the corner table talking to his siblings, and not having the will to look away I knew it wasn’t just admiration. 

That was about a year ago, and today, here we are again in a banquet held by the Wizard King with the squads and their best knight for the month. Of course, I was invited as expected. When I arrived, I saw Nozel gaze shift to the window, he was always so nonchalant. After greeting everyone, I walked towards him and smiled “Hi captain” I said as I waved my hand and stood next to him “I am not your captain” He said not even one glance. This man must be such a coward with women or he is just so uninterested “Well, I am not going to address you by your name am I?” I said as I shrugged “I heard you got the most stars for your squad” he said and I turned my head towards him with a slight smile “Ahh so you do hear of me? That makes me happy” I said as I looked at the window with my flushed cheeks “Tell me” He said and I turned once again with my eyebrow raised “What is it that you want to know?” I asked as I waited for him to look at me “Why are you so persistent with me?” His eyes shifted towards me and I was surprised by the question. I had been clear about my feelings to him about 4 times and he had always rejected me and it always turned out with a lecture of captain Charlotte on why am I so shameless.

“Why the question?” I asked as I placed my hands on my hips “I have never been the kind of man to have women be so open about what they feel towards me” He said as he looked at me. His eyes weren’t as usual, there was a spark on them that hinted that he was curious about something “Well, I love me a man that doesn’t have many choices to choose from” I chuckled as I looked at him. His stoic face changed for a millisecond, his lips twitched into a soft grin “You shouldn’t assume that I have no other choices” He said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and I smiled and a soft chuckled left my lips “Of course, if I were a royal that lives in the greatest castle were my balcony faces directly to your house, I will be outside waiting for you to show up so I can wave at you” I said as I acted out my words and he scoffed “what kind of nonsense are you saying?” He said as he looked to the window once again “Ahh come on, I was just joking with you captain” 

His face seemed softer, as if he wanted to laugh but he couldn’t let others see that handsome smile he possess “A lot call me crazy for always trying to get you, but I am determine and I get what I want and you captain, is what I want” His eyes widen slightly to the words that I told him and I smiled “Take care” I said as I walked to the table were captain charlotte was sitting to grab some food.

During the event, I caught him looking at me once in a while and he just looked away after our gazes met. Sometimes I did feel stupid and felt that some people might think I’m an easy one that wants to get in a captain’s sheets but I was eager to get to know him, to have a chance with a man that I knew was always gonna be a marvelous husband, father and friend. After the banquet, many had left and I was talking to one of the knights that had attended from the Golden Dawn as we walked the hall to the exit but a familiar voice called my name and we both turned. Nozel came out from the other hallway and approached us “Can I talk to you?” He said as he looked towards the guy next to me “Alone” He said with his heavy tone he managed “I’ll see you around” I said to the knight and he nodded as he went off.

“Is there a problem?” I asked as I looked at him confused as to why he wanted to be alone with me. My heart was racing and my palms were sweaty just to see him in front of me and the entire place being dead silent; his eyes were down on me as I looked at him and I smiled awkwardly to disguise that I was actually nervous. The many times I have acted bold to talk and be slightly flirty with him was always around people and where noise was involved, but I knew my limits as well, and being alone with only him present was one “Stop trying to pursue me��� He said and my stomach sank, does this mean he has finally become sick of me? I frown as I looked down and nodded “I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable, I am truly sorry” I said and bowed my head towards him. At this time I looked like a coward, like a woman that doesn’t stand on her words and I hated to think he would believe I am what I truly was when it came to him, a nervous wreck that I managed with confidence and positivity. I heard him sigh and his hands touched my shoulders and I raised my head up to see him smiling “Because I must be the one that pursues you instead” I couldn’t believe what he had just said, did that mean he was interested in me? So that means I had finally gotten my chance? I laughed out loud for him to raise his eyebrow, I could feel my nerves become calmer but the thought of him seeing me the way I saw him made them become stronger “I’m looking forward to that” I said as I looked at him with the biggest smile my lips have ever done. 

[sorin-sunchild]

Ok ok, one more, because it really gets my brain stirring. More Lovecraft in the style of a TMA statement.

Statement of Joe Czanek, regarding a terrible old man. Original statement given April 12th, 1948. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

Statement begins.

'My name is Joe Czanek. I am or I was in the business of crime. Thievery, nothing heavier. You might find it hard to believe but I'm an empathetic man by nature and I don't like business too sordid. In fact I often urged my collegues - Angelo Ricci and Manuel Silva - to do their duty as gently as possible.

We were looking for easy marks in Kingsport, Massachusetts, when information of the Terrible Old Man came to us. That's what everyone called him, by the way, not just myself. He was an old sea captain and had been there in his house longer than many of the buildings around him had been around. Nobody seemed to know his true name but they did know many others things about him.

Two of these facts held no great interest to us, it was the last which did. The first fact was that he had, in his garden of gnarled trees, painted idols of origins unknown. They could have been gods or daemons, but they were painted in great and fearsome detail and scared away most of the young boys who dared each other to knock on the door or throw rocks at the windows.

The older and nosier amoungst them reported peeking in the windows and spying several glass bottles upon the ground, hanging inside of which were pendulums of lead suspended by string. The Terrible Old Man would talk to them, addressing them by names such as Jack, Scar-face, Long Tom, Spanish Joe, Peters and Mate Eliss. Supposedly the pendulum would vibrate in response as if talking back to him.

'Superstitious nonsense', Angelo said, 'they've been reading too much about witches and daemons'. I believed him then. Now, I'm not so sure.

The last and most important fact for us was that the Terrible Old Man had no bank account and instead paid all of his bills with Spanish silver and gold coins. If that were so then he must have it in his house with him.

Angelo and Manuel were to gain entry to the home and persuade the Terrible Old Man to reveal the location of his wealth. He was so old and feeble it was sure to be easy to...convince him and stiffle any cries that might occur during the...conversation.

I was to be the getaway driver. I pulled the van up close to the Terrible Old Man's back door, that would be on Ship Street, if that matters. I heard them knock on the front door and their voices and that of the Terrible Old Man briefly before the door was closed again.

After a while I heard pained screams and cries rise up into the air. They were almost inhuman and made me shiver but also, cross. I had asked them to not bother him too hard. A feeble old man like that did not need us to hurry him on to his grave. Eventually the cries grew silent and I waited, watching the back door.

It felt like aeons that I waited there. I wondered if they had gone too far and ended the Terrible Old Man's life before he could reveal the location of the coins, thus necessitating a full search of the house. I didn't like waiting here so long, with the moonlight casting strange shadows through those gnarled trees.

Finally I heard the sound of bolts being drawn and sat up a little straighter, readying the engine. It was not my fellows who stood at the door though. It was the Terrible Old Man. He smiled at me with a mouthful of sharp crooked teeth and in the light of the lamp he held I saw that his eyes were a bright and hideous yellow.

I drove away as quickly as I could. I heard they, Angelo and Manuel that is, were found horribly mutilated, but I didn't stick around after that night. It's been years since I felt brave enough to talk about it. I don't know if it's done any good to do so. But it's out and I feel better for it. After all, the Terrible Old Man is long in his grave by now...hopefully.'

Statement ends.

Mr Czanek's tale is simple and not very informative. I had Tim look up the town and he couldn't find a Kingsport Massachusetts in modern day, though there is one in Tennessee. Ancient newspaper archives revealed that there was once one in Massachusetts however, long since swallowed by the sea. One article in particular references Mr Czanek's partners.

It is dated January 28th, 1920. In it we hear that their bodies were found washed up on the shore, horribly slashed as if by some large beast. Residents also report hearing inhuman screams the night before their bodies were found. There is no mention of this 'Terrible Old Man' however, and no culprit was ever charged with the murders.

So, it is impossible to tell if anything truly supernatural happened to Mr Czanek and his partners, but they did at least exist and something happened which resulted in their grusome deaths. Perhaps there is more to this story but given it's age it's unlikely we'll get a follow up.

End recording.

[anoddopal]

🐰 Thoughts: [Pre]Alabasta/Alabasta Arc

[WAIT A SECOND OFFICER! I CAN EXPLAIN MYSELF! ➡️ The ritalin tells me what to write and I just spew out nonsense as it comes to me. Anyway, here goes a stim-induced attempt to express a bit more about how these two became an item.]

[POSSIBLE TW: One mention of n00dity, also kinda ominous language towards the end... Listen he's a liar but aside from that they go on to have a very unproblematic relationship!! He just has to be knocked down a peg first!!]

It all starts when Bun-Bun Silva is hired at Rain Di.nners [not Bar.oque Works] to care for the Banana Gators/Ban.anawani that surround the establishment. Prior to her filling the role, it was a difficult position to fill. A job like that isn't exactly an opportunity many people would jump at-- save for a smiling local who seems much more interested in staring at the beasts during the hiring process than looking another human directly in the eyes for longer than necessary.

She takes good care of those gators. Excellent care. She’s happy to show up to her job and do whatever is needed. There’s never a complaint from her end. A bit of a quiet enigma- Silva doesn’t talk much to anyone she crosses paths with at the casino, staff or otherwise. As he does with all of his employees, Cro.codile keeps tabs on her, especially since she’s responsible for the health of his beloved pets. Sometimes the warlord overhears her chattering away to herself/the ban.anawani… she says more to them in a day than she’s ever said to any person at Rain Di.nners during the several months she’s worked there.

She has to be some sort of spy. He’s certain of it. Nobody is that enthusiastic about working with a species of animal that most people run screaming from. This is all a sad attempt to infiltrate his organization.

But after calling her into his office for a little talk he realizes that there’s nothing malicious going on. She really is just a completely innocent, if not eccentric person. And once he asserts that fact, Silva is dismissed.

Or rather, she would be under any other circumstances. Normally, Cro.codile wouldn’t bother with more one-on-one interactions. He’s not a person who entertains potential wastes of his time.

But there’s a lot more going on there than she lets out during that meeting. He can tell. He just can’t tell what it is. And that bothers him. Cro.codile can see how well she works with his pets- the gators are unusually affectionate and happy when she’s around. Silva can also be assertive with the animals, something that’s needed to maintain a safe dynamic with the apex predators. Cro.codile… appreciates that. [He’s not keen on anybody knowing but he is a big animal lover!!]

An offer for dinner is placed on the table. An offer that she almost doesn’t take. An offer that leads to a tension-filled first ‘date’. It becomes apparent to the pirate warlord that this isn’t going to be easy. Silva will not make it easy. Those big brown eyes constantly flutter over him; an attempt to figure out what’s going on in his head, just as he’s trying to figure out what’s going on in hers. Despite how sweet Silva can be, she’s equally as prone to scrutiny. There's a nervousness that radiates off of her, a hesitant wariness- she doesn't want to make any wrong moves. Yet at the same time she will not grovel or cave. Huh. In a way it almost reminds him of his own general caginess. The both of them aren’t keen on letting just anybody in. Someone has to be special for that to happen. The other party has to prove that they’re worth it.

That’s okay. Crocodile can wait and see. He's been patient over the last few years in regards to his scheme to overtake Al.abasta anyhow- why not divert a little in his free time? Everything is going according to plan. In the end, he's always in control.

The courtship undertaking is a give and take. Little tidbits of insight bubble up more and more over time. And they're... peculiar perceptions. It’s not often that somebody manages to catch his eye. And it’s certainly not normal for him to take a legitimate interest in someone who touts a lot of the traits he claims to despise.

Annoying. Weak. Soft. Pathetic. Naive. A bleeding heart.

Yet at the same time; Guarded. Private. Careful. Just a bit cynical/jaded. Even a bit of a misanthrope.

Ah... she's just enough of a realist to know that notions such as fulfilling dreams and obtaining justice are novelties few can afford. Yet her acknowledgment of how sobering reality is does little to crush her stubborn optimism. The world should have crushed someone like her long ago. And while while it certainly has bent her, she refuses to let it break her.

Humans are hypocritical in nature. Sir Cro.codile is no exception. Ironically someone like Silva - someone with so many facets he’s incapable of appreciating in others - is exactly the type of person he can trust with his life. With his secret. As a consequence of the connection between them continuing to build, that’s exactly what he ends up doing.

Silva doesn’t worship him like the hero the rest of the country thinks he is. She doesn’t shrink in terror because of his warlord status, either. Instead she’s curious about the man behind all that. Someway, somehow, she manages to point out his “positive” traits. She values his person in a way nobody ever has before. Cro.codile can’t help but let a thin lipped smile spread on his features every time they’re alone together.

When he isn’t dealing with his shady enterprise or mummifying invading pirates, he ardently seeks her out. She’s endearing to him. The way she likes to hide under his plush fur coat. The way she holds his rough, calloused hand. Hell, sometimes she even reaches out to hold his hook. When he’s trying to catch up on mundane work she often hangs out in his office, sprawled out on a chaise lounge while she babbles away about whatever is on her mind. [There are many, many conversations about animals that take place between them!] She has a penchant for sass and playful banter, but Crocodile finds himself uncharacteristically unbothered by it. There’s something about her audacity that he finds amusing. He hardly minds the misguided nagging. Something lurches in his chest when she places tiny kisses along the length of his facial scar. There’s probably a corny phase to insert here about how pirates adore their treasure, but in Cro.codile’s case? He absolutely covets her. If anyone dared made her feel uncomfortable he’d reduce them to nothing more than a dried out husk.

Silva makes him feel so… so… well, she makes him feel. There’s a certain kind of power she holds over him; the power to worm her way into his thoughts, his life, his heart…

… How did this happen? How could he have let himself become so weak? He’d resent her if he didn’t love her so much.

It wasn’t supposed to play out like this. He wasn’t supposed to get in this deep. She was an anomaly; not part of the plan. This has all gone too far. She doesn’t even know about his master scheme- Cro.codile makes sure he keeps his work life and his love life separate. Silva only knows as much as the general population of Al.abasta does as far as his profession goes. He’s smart enough to know that she’d recoil from him if she knew that he was methodically bringing her homeland to ruination. It’s best to let sleeping dogs lie, he figures. How ironic was it - that the very person who knew the absolute most about him - had no idea as to what would occur because of him in the near future?

She’ll know soon enough, he tells himself. On that night she’s curled up next to him in bed, with nothing but his green fur coat to cover her naked form. A pretty gemstone ring glimmers on her left ring finger; opal and rose gold, just like she told him she wanted. All Crocodile can do is reflect over how she managed to best him. A feat that nobody before her had ever been able to achieve. His vision for the future changed the very minute she came into his life. He can admit that [to himself]... Part of him was aware of that from the very beginning.

That doesn’t mean his objective to usurp the Kingdom of Al.abasta is going to be thrown to the side. Rather, he simply adjusts his plan to include her in it. Not that he’s going to need a queen, but he’d love nothing more than for her to be his. How romantic.

It’s not like she’d reject the idea. He’s confident Silva is far too loyal to detach from him once everything is said and done. She's just as invested in what they have together as he is. What’s she going to do? Say “no”?

[Huh? Well of course he’s still an awful person. What- did you think the power of love was enough to change the man?]

Of course, the course of events don’t play out in Sir Cro.codile’s favor. He's defeated and sent to Im.pel Down. Al.abasta is saved. Silva packs her bags and leaves her home to find a new place in the world. They’re [as far as they know] separated permanently. It's over.

...

Or maybe... maybe it's merely a little break? Maybe fate has something else in store for the both of them... an inevitable unconventional crossing of paths? A reunion of sorts?

...

Maybe it's really only just begun. >:3

[silvasreblogs]

okay i reblogged this 100+ time to calm down ig

this is (perhaps) my last slap to his

BIG

BALD

ASS

HEAD !!!!!!!

☆like to slap his bald head reblog to slap his bald head

Hdhdhdhdh you heard them

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Lula: Argentina’s president should apologize to Brazil

Brazilian President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva said Wednesday (Jun. 26) that the president of Argentina, Javier Milei, should apologize to Brazil. In his view, the president of the neighboring country “spoke a lot of nonsense” about him and Brazil.

Milei, a self-described “anarcho-capitalist,” was elected in a conservative coalition and represents extreme economic liberalism. During his campaign, he openly criticized President Lula and threatened to cut relations with Brazil.

Argentina is Brazil’s main trading partner in South America, but Presidents Lula and Milei have yet to meet since the Argentinian’s inauguration in December last year, when Brazil was represented by Foreign Minister Mauro Vieira.

“I haven’t talk to the president of Argentina because I think he has to apologize to Brazil and to me. He spoke a lot of nonsense. I just want him to apologize. Argentina is a country I like very much; it’s a really important country for Brazil; Brazil is very important for Argentina. And it’s not a president who is going to create a rift between Brazil and Argentina,” President Lula said in a Wednesday interview with Portal Uol.

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[silvasreblogs]

THESE DESIGNS ARE SO SO SO SO COOL !!!!! THEY REALLY TRANSLATE EACH CHARACTER INTO THEIR WARRIOR CAT COUNTERPART VERY WELL !!!!!

also little theory about the "X" scar on Hollowspark, it's where his soul is supposed to be in their og design (the chest) so it's a cameo about it ! (the "hollow" in his name can also be one as well). plus i headcanon Ink to be trans or at least trans-coded (the whole _____/PRISM thing + his backstory) so seeing their cat version being trans is very delightful !

also idk why but i found the gradient on Dawnstar's tail so pretty i love his design, I love all these designs !!! also the fact that you can TELL just by looking to both their designs that Dawnstar and Nightstar are brothers is really cool as well. also until you mentioned i really thought the only reason we didn't saw Nightstar's little star mark was because of the scar, so i guess i'm like the other cats xD

also little question, idk what is wobbly cat syndrom, could you quickly explain it if possible ? /nf

anyway i eating all this and if you ever want to ramble more about them I'M ALL EARS >:3

WACA x UTMV Design Concepts

Batch 1

honestly have been going through a massive double fixations with utmv and warrior cats... and soo... i've come up with some designs mhehehe

i have some lore for ink, and honestly im thinking of writing some sort of crossover fanfic w/ this cause i think that would be fun!! ^_^

design notes/commentary under the cut!

DESIGN NOTES

Quick disclaimer: these designs are purely conceptual! They may change in the future :-)

HOLLOWSPARK (Ink!Sans)

With Ink's design, I really wanted to include important shapes/motifs in Ink's original design! So triangles, rectangles, etc.

I decided to make them a calico, since the splatters of colors on top of a white base correlated the closest to his OG design. Since male calicos are extremely rare, I decided to make him a trans tom, who goes by he/they!

He's also a Japanese Bobtail, since I believe the shapes & such work best with their character. Hollowspark has strong hind legs with a short tail. He is considered short compared to other average-sized cats.

They have some scars from a past encounter with a monster on the Thunderpath—this will later be explained in his backstory.

ECHOSTORM (Error!Sans)

With Echostorm, I wanted to incorporate strong square shape language. He has scruffy fur, a stocky build, and a short muzzle. He doesn't have a specific breed, but for sure has British Longhair genes!

He's a dark-grey tabby and black cat chimera—the black patches in his fur are meant to represent the errors/glitches in his OG design!

He has a cataract eye; he is blind in it. I thought this was a neat way to translate his white-pupiled squinty eye! His other eye is yellow.

Echostorm has wobbly cat syndrome, to further translate his glitchiness.

DAWNSTAR (Dream)

Dawnstar (formerly Dawnheart) is a tall, lanky oriental longhair. I decided to make his shapes more wispy/softer than his twin brother's, Nightstar! He is a golden tabby.

His eyes are the same shade as blue as Nightstar's. He is meant to embody positivity, calmness, and collectiveness.

The star on his forehead is the mark of a leader! It is not in his design before he is appointed.

NIGHTSTAR (Nightmare)

Nightstar (formerly Nightfall) is a very dark grey tabby oriental longhair. He is much more sharp and angular compared to his twin brother, Dawnstar. I wanted him to come off as villanous.

Half of his face was mauled off, replicating his gooped-over eye in his OG design! He is missing his eye, his ear, and some of his nose.

Unlike Dawnstar, Nightstar does not bore the mark of a leader. He is not a true leader, and never received his nine lives from StarClan. No cat can tell, though, because they believe it's simply disfigured by the scar.

WOO okay i'm done rambling... for now :3 lmk what y'all think of these designs !!! they were very fun to make, and more are to come! any ideas/suggestions are welcome!