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[softlypaintedseafoam]

my personal hcー

roger once rizzed up an entire couple into letting him be their third

ace accidentally burnt an entire basket of fruit given to him for free simply because the merchant called him pretty

roger has seduced many a marine who have done the walk of shame from the oro jackson

ace needed to be hyped up for an hour by his friends to wink at you and hit you with a cheesy one liner. he and duval could have been twins in that moment

it's apples and oranges; ace didn't inherit the rizz gene but his baby brother certainly did and roger is constantly watching on from the afterlife trying to figure out what got lost in translation

when whitebeard said ace didn't have roger's character, this is what he was talking about

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Waves of Ithaca

As the daughter of Odysseus, you were born with salt in your veins and the sea in your soul. Blessed by the god of tides, the ocean bends to your will-your ships always swift, your voyages touched by uncanny fortune, as if the waves themselves rise to meet you. While your father's name echoes through Ithaca, you carve your own legend, a captain whose fate is bound to the sea. Yet, where mortals tread, the gods often linger. A song heard in passing, a stranger's fleeting smile-moments that brush too close to the divine. The world hums with an unseen presence, a warmth in the light, a whisper in the breeze, as if eyes linger just beyond the edge of sight. You are as much a part of the sea as the waves that kiss the shores of Ithaca, caught between the pull of mortal legacy and the quiet lure of the gods. Sailing onward, you become a story told in salt and sun, a name woven into the tides. Whether you rise as a legend or fade into the murmur of the waves, the fates whisper-your odyssey is far from over.

The sun's golden rays dipped low onto the horizon, casting shadows amongst the waves. The ship's timber hull cut through the water, these waves being familiar to the captain of the ship, who stood on the ship’s prow being outlined by the light of the sun. Her eyes that mirrored the ever-changing tides fixated at the looming silhouette of an island, of her home- Ithaca. After weeks of voyaging, the promise of home was within reach, as the wind carried the scent of saltwatee and pine; mingling with the smell of faint of tar and sweat.

She lets out a slow exhale of relief, taking off her helmet- letting her dark hair be blown by the wind. A smile of pride slowly creeping in, she looks back at her crew, who were hard at work with their duties. She walks towards the ship's helm, taking a breathe before announcing- "Land in sight, everyone!". Her voice rising above the rush of the wind, with the ship erupting with joyous cheers, as they longed to be reunited with their families and loved ones.

"We're finally getting home!" most exclaimed.

The tension from the weeks spent at sea vanished, as laughter and excitement filled the air. The weight of the endless days, the storms, even the quiet moments of doubt—all of it dissolved into the warm embrace of the island’s promise. The crew, though worn and weary, straightened their backs and hurried about, their movements now lighter, faster with the eagerness of getting home. They exchanged smiles, clapped each other on the back, and some even cheered in celebration, their voices rising in a chorus of hope and relief.

Their captain stood at the helm, watching them with a sense of quiet pride. Her gaze soon turned back at the shore, the silhouette of Ithaca growing clearer with each passing moment. She had led them through the worst of the seas, and now, they were nearly home. The ship creaked with the energy of anticipation, the wind howling through the rigging as if joining in the chorus of joy.

The weight of the sea causing the timbee vessel to creak, with its sails taut and billowing as the wind caught them, sending the vessel gliding steadily toward Ithaca. The crew moved with practiced ease, as their eyes focus on the horizon, with their hands working the ropes and adjusting the sails. Theie attention often drifted back to the figure standing at the helm. She stood there, as if part of the ship itself—still with her back straight, eyes scanning the waves as if though they spoke to her. The wind whipping through her dark hair, as the sun cast its golden glow on the hardened features of her face.

"(Y/N)!" called Penelope, her voice raising over the hum of the sea, quiet and affectionate. As Telemachus stands by her side, a smile plastered on his face.

The crew then paused for a moment, turning their heads in unison, as a family was reunited before them. The ship filled with seasoned sailors, yet it was her name they all knew, her presence that was one of constant respect and awe. The princess of Ithaca—once a child who played along the shores, now a woman who commanded both the land and sea. There was no hesitation in her movements; the crew trusted her, and she trusted them in return. The sea was her domain, her birthright.

(Y/N) turned her head, a pridedul yet sincere smile touching her lips. Her gaze softened for just a moment as she met her mother’s eyes. “Mother, Telemachus! ” she called back, her voice clear above the crash of the waves, her eyes wandering to the waters for a split second. She wasn’t just a princess in name—she was a captain. A leader, a warrior who knew the pulse of the ocean as well as she knew her own heart as though the sea had claimed her as its own.

"I'm home."

The princess of Ithaca had returned—her name carried not only by blood, but by the ocean itself.

AN: Hello! I haven't written anything since highschool so forgive me if this isn't well-written. I'm reconnecting with my passion for hobbies I had, such as drawing and writing, and I want to improve my vocabulary too. If you have any tips, suggestions or such- they are appreciated. This was a random idea I had, it's like nearing 12 am and I have a 7 am class tomorrow but I couldn't sleep without getting this out my head. I never posted any of my writing TT I want to improve tho, if anyone is interested in this then I might continue it. The title and oc name is a place holder, but if a reader insert is much preferred then I will edit it in the future. Anyways, that's all!

AN #2: I decided to change it from an oc to a reader insert

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Ocean Aesthetics

[sincerelyengen]

Oh hello, pretty lady, 👀👀

[coffeeandthoughtspoetry]

ⓘ This user wanna sit in front of the ocean and listen to the waves.

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[tubakook]

i can't be your love 🌊

[use-yr-voice]

In a couple of months, I hope to take this blog down or at least change its tone.

I’m angry about the state of US politics and I’m here to vent. But I’m gonna channel my frustration into something positive- I’m gonna speak up, lend support, and vote blue.

The discourse is over. Either you support democracy or you support tyranny. I am not going to debate the cult of the orange felon, I am only going to block them. Their minds are already made up. So is mine.

Democrats, liberals, and progressives are welcome here. Any race, nationality, religion, gender, or sexual orientation is welcome here. We’re all in this together.

The United States might have a checkered past, but its future can be one where it lives up to its ideals and fulfills its promises. Its redemption arc begins this November.

[alex-frostwalker]

My Last Night Run in a Nutshell

I'm Gigi

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[softlypaintedseafoam]

while we're in elbaf, i really need to see the loki and lola lore because oda said loki fell for her at first sight. and he SPECIFICALLY wanted to marry lola; not even big mom subbing her out with chiffon worked because he was able to tell it wasn't her

it was lola or nothing for this man and i wanna know why. and he clearly cared for her a great deal since he was able to instantly tell that chiffon wasn't her. a guy who didn't care for lola like that, wouldn't have noticed the difference

and considering all the buildup we're getting with how he is perceived by everyone in his homeland, my theory is that lola was potentially the first person who treated him with genuine kindness and empathy

i can't wait til we really dig into it. he better fucking tell us because I NEED TO FUCKING KNOOOOOWWWW

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Waves of Ithaca

Prologue

The halls of the Ithaca Palace glimmered under the morning light, with the sun giving warmth to its bricks. A soft echo of laughter fills the open courtyard, belonging to a child- so high and bright. A little girl, no older than three, dashes across the stone floors barefooted. Her hair bouncing wildly as she ran.

"Come here, my little naiad!” Odysseus called out, as he catched her before swooping down to lift his daughter into his arms. She squealed as he spun her around, her small fingers gripping his tunic.

“Father!” she cried between giggles. “Put me down!”. Odysseus only laughed, holding her close. "Not until you promise me you won’t run away from your old father so fast next time.” This only makes her giggle more, as she jokingly pushes her father's face away.

Penelope approached, watching them with a quiet smile. She was young still, her beauty unwearied by time, her gentle hands carrying a wreath of woven olive leaves. “Our daughter is swift as the sea breeze,” she mused. “Perhaps Poseidon himself blessed her feet.”

At those words, Odysseus’ eyes twinkled with mischief. “Shall we ask him?” He carried the child to the courtyard’s sacred spring, where the clear water bubbled up from the earth, a gift from the gods. Kneeling, he placed his daughter’s tiny feet upon the cool stones, letting her toes dip into the water. Her (e/c) eyes looks on in confusion before turning to her father, anticipating what will happen next.

“Lord of the sea,” Odysseus murmured, his voice half-serious, half-playful, “if you have given my daughter the swiftness of the waves, grant her safe passage through life’s storms, that she may never be lost to the tide.”

Soon the wind stirred around them, accompanied by the rustling of the olive trees. The water rippled unnaturally, curling around the child’s feet like an embrace. She looked up, her wide eyes reflecting the golden sky, unafraid.

“Did you see that, Mother?” she whispered, her voice filled with a wonderous curiosity.

Penelope knelt beside them, touching her daughter’s damp foot. “Poseidon listens,” she said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

The young princess looks back at her feet beneath the water. She did not know what it meant to be blessed by a god—but she felt something stir in her chest, something powerful.

Odysseus placed a hand over small head. “Do you feel it?” he asked.

She nodded. “It feels like the sea is inside me.”

He smiled. “Good.”

A year has passed since that day. During one evening, Odysseus sat beside his daughter in the megaron, the great hall where the fire burned low. Humming an old sailor's tune, with his daughter humming along. It would soon be broken by a question.

“Father?” she asked sleepily. “Why has Mother’s belly grown round?”

Odysseus chuckled. “Because you’re going to have a little brother, my little naiad.”

The girl’s face lit up with curiosity, the drowsiness she felt has dissipated. “A brother?”

“Yes.” He brushed a stray curl from her forehead. “A small, wailing thing, but we’ll love him all the same.”, he added with a soft chuckle.

She considered this, pursing her lips. “Will he be strong?”

“That will depend on the heart he carries.”

“Will he love the sea like you and I?”

Odysseus smiled. “Perhaps. But he will need someone to teach him—someone swift as the waves, clever as the gulls.”

She sat up proudly. “I’ll teach him.”, she proudly declared with her eyes lit with determination.

Penelope, reclining nearby, watched them with a hand resting on her belly. “Then he shall be lucky indeed,” she murmured, eyes glistening in the firelight.

Telemachus was only weeks old when Odysseus carried him to the sacred grove of Athena, basking in the golden light of late afternoon, the old olive trees swaying gently in the breeze. The scent of earth and sea salt combined, filling the air- the very essence of Ithaca. Odysseus walked ahead, his newborn son cradled in his arms, swaddled in soft linen. Beside him, Penelope held their daughter’s small hand, guiding her carefully over the roots that curled up from the ground.

“Are we really going to meet the goddess?” the little girl whispered, peering up at her mother.

Penelope smiled. “Not quite, my love. But this is her place, and your father wants to introduce your brother to her.”

“She is my guide, my shield in battle, and she will watch over him too.” Odysseus adds, the infant cradled in his arms.

The girl’s eyes widened, and she clutched her mother’s hand a little tighter.

When they reached the heart of the grove, the great olive tree standing tall above them, Athena was there, just as they had known she would be. She was a figure of calm, her presence as natural as the wind, her grey eyes bright with warmth. The goddess looked behind, her composure as stoic and tall as ever, but there was a flicker of softness once her eyes landed on the infant that Odysseus carried.

She smiled softly as Odysseus approached, still holding the swaddled infant close to his chest. No words were spoken, only the sound of rustling leaves and the faint movement of the waves, as she walked closer to the father and son.

The goddess bent down to meet the infant's gaze, her grey eyes softening. Telemachus slowly blinked up at her, and with a delicate movement, his tiny fingers curled around Athena’s outstretched hand. A gentle, almost unnoticeable wave of energy passed between them, a moment of silent understanding shared.

"He's a strong one," Athena said, her voice breaks the silence. “I can see it already.”

Odysseus grinned, ruffling his son's head. “I’m counting on you to guide him when the time comes, just as you’ve guided me.”

Athena chuckled, standing tall once more. “He’ll need more than guidance. He’ll need heart, and that I can see he has. You and Penelope did well.”

Odysseus smiled, pressing a hand to his son’s small chest. “He will be watched over.”

As he bid his farewell to the goddess, his daughter reached out, her tiny fingers brushing against her brother’s. “I will watch over him too,” she vowed, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Odysseus looked at her, pride swelling in his chest. He placed a hand on her head, feeling the warmth of her presence, along with the weight of her promise.

“You will, my daughter,” he said. “And he will be all the stronger for it.”

The trees swayed gently, and far above them, the owl of Athena watched.

The harbor of Ithaca was alive with movement—sailors loading supplies, warriors sharpening blades, banners snapping in the wind. Odysseus stood at the bow of his ship, dressed in bronze armor, his sword fastened at his side.

On the shore, Penelope stood tall, her face calm yet the sorrow in her eyes spoke differently. Their daughter clung to the hem of her mother’s robe, her hands curled into fists.

“I don’t want you to go,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

Odysseus knelt before her, his heart aching. “I must, little one. There is a war to fight.”

“But what if you don’t come back?”

"I promise I will, but until then, you have to be strong. Can you do that, my little naiad?", he reassured her.

Tears soon welled in her eyes, but she did not let them fall. She straightened her back, just as he had taught her. “I will be strong,” she promised, her voice though still shaky- is more stern than before.

He smiled. “I know you will." , before he leaned down to leave a kiss on her forehead.

As he stepped onto the ship, he looked back one last time—at his wife, his son in her arms, and his daughter standing beside her, the sea breeze lifting her hair.

And then, with the wind at his back, he sailed away.

AN: i finally locked in for this one. can you spot my daddy and mommy issues? :"DD i still don't know where i am going with this story, and who the love interest will be- but we'll get there eventually. the part where odysseus introduces telemachus is inspired by gigi's animatic!

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