#this is why I don’t hold the characters responsible for the perv jokes anymore. because it’s like 30% of the main characters in a given arc

[empress-hancock]

I’m sure they’ll going to make changes in the live action but I do hope Sanji still gets to beat that dude almost to death for spilling soup, like that’s hilarious. He almost kills a guy over soup. Me too, man, me too

[nsrtypebeat]

Fragments - NSPR

Hi yeah, Fragments is a series for NSPR I’ll be doing, it’s basically any story that is before the events that would happen in NSPR.  Also, NSPR is a crossover AU where Vinyl City is a city in the Kanto Region..so..pokemon? Yeah. This also includes other charas from both NSR AND Pokemon, like here.  Also I’ll be opening asks since it’s far easier to explain the lore by asks, so go crazy wit it. (Also, lore on both sides of the Crossover has been changed quite a bit to fit.)  Anyways  Please be aware this is really not my best work, I’m just doing this for fun and if you want to give criticism feel free! But I would prefer it if you did it on some of my better stuff.  Characters - Neon J, Bill Words - 616  TW: Guns, Death threats, mentions of war (Please say If I missed anything else!! Im awfully oblivious)  Story below the cut!! 

“Get up. Now.” Neon’s screen powered on, only to wake up to the barrel of a shot gun. He swiftly backed up, only for his back to slam against the hardened oak of a tree. “I said get up, piece of metal. Get up or you die right here.” The unknown voice chided with a lifeless hiss. Neon’s body ached, he had been running across regions, desperately trying to escape a fate that could only be described as cruel. The Border Wars were over, he didn’t provide any true use anymore, that’s what they said. But he was still human, right? When was such a line between man and machine drawn? “Get. U- “ “Alright! Alright!” Neon cried, somehow gasping between his words, his energy constantly at a low point to where there was no point in trying to fight, even if he could calculate the easiest way to subdue whoever pointed at shotgun at him. Once he was up however, he was able to finally look at his possible murderer, and it was...not what he expected.

They were only a boy, probably around fifteen, their reddish-brown hair was uncared for, and it being already naturally curly made it seem like he had a mane almost. Their pure red eyes staring straight into Neon’s soul, and by their leg was a Jolteon, their back fur even more spiky than usual in response to Neon’s existence. The boy’s face didn’t seem mad, but rather blunt. Neon stared at the boy’s support hand, holding the shotgun ever so loosely, “You realize that if you shoot me right now, with that loose hand, you’ll blow your hand right off!” He chortled, of course it was a joke, and Neon was desperately trying to bring some light to obviously horrid situation. “Oh...oh...thank you...?” The boy tightened his grip, his eyes focused on his gun. Neon hadn’t noticed it but the boy’s voice was somewhat shaky, as if he was suffering to get his words out, or had some issue with it. “No, NO THANK YOU! You realize this is Sonezaki property, right? I can technically shoot you right now and classify it as self-defense.” Sonezaki. That rung a bell. By this point, if he could, Neon would’ve probably subdued the threat, but this was just...a teenager, he wouldn’t shoot Neon, he really wouldn’t do that, right? The boy gave out a groan, “Your clothes look horrible.” “Killing me would be bad but commenting on my fashion is just worse, this is my only article of clothing!” Neon gestured downward to the worn white shirt he had on. “You don’t even have pants?! You’re really just out here being half-naked?!” “No, no, it’s not necessarily half-naked because-“ “Perv!” The boy broke out into laughter for a hot minute, quickly taking a breather before speaking again, “I’m joking, I know what you mean, aha…aha…” He lowered the gun, before suddenly shifting back to a much more defensive stance. “Why am I laughing with you? I…I give up. Look,” The boy’s eyes squinted, his grip on the shotgun being loosened once more. “Alright, I really don’t want to kill you. So, I’ll let you inside my house, I’ll give you actual clothes, as long as you shut up and not get me in whatever mess you might possibly be in, understand?” Neon nodded along, his mind far too tired to think of the possible consequences and dangers that would lie before him. “...And..also, my name’s uh Bill.” Neon froze in thought before responding, “Neon J.” “Come on...” Bill backed up a little, lowering the shot gun, “If you touch any of the pictures on the wall though, I WILL kill you.” “…. Understandable.”