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age736 · 2 months

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@particlecreator Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

#ooc ☪#☪ asks .#particlecreator #[ GINORMOUS fan of invincible here!!!#and i adore sammy eve #fill free to dm me or shoot a starter any time!! i'd love to talk about invincible #i'm all finished with the comic run too as well ]

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rubctosis · 5 months

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Doflamingo draped in his godly arrogance, surveyed the carnage with a detached air, his confidence radiating like a malevolent aura. The Parasite strings danced effortlessly, controlling the minds of his pawns as they committed brutal acts of homicide amongst themselves. The birdcage, his ultimate creation, emerged, a lethal dance of strings forming a razor-sharp force field that spared nothing in its path. Strings danced from his fingertips, effortlessly weaving control over countless individuals, their fates mere marionettes in his grand play for dominion.. The once-proud kingdom now lay in ruins, a canvas for Doflamingo's grand design. Blood mingled with the dust of destruction, and the air echoed with the screams of the defeated. Yet, amidst the chaos, Doflamingo remained untouched, a conductor reveling in the symphony of his own making. His laugh resonating throughout the innocent civilians who bore witness to his orchestrations, a war meticulously crafted to satiate his thirst for dominion. the devastation beneath the colossal umbrella of his Birdcage- a celestial net of razor-sharp strings slicing through anything unfortunate enough to cross its path. His eyes, cold and calculating, surveyed the carnage, reveling in the destruction he had masterfully orchestrated. his lips curling into a malicious grin as the cries of the people filled his ears, filled throughout the burning kingdom like a performance meant for only him. a sinister smile played on his lips. The war was not merely about conquering a kingdom; it was about asserting his god-like dominance over all who dared to defy him.

A woman layed battered and broken before him. Her ethereal powers could not shield her from the brutality of his calculated chaos. Doflamingo's eyes, cold and indifferent, betrayed no emotion as he observed the aftermath of his orchestration. To him, she was just another pawn in the grand tapestry of his ambitions. A life to act as a stepping stone for himself. However, the air shifted when against all odds, began the arduous process of regeneration. Doflamingo's gaze sharpened, a flicker of interest igniting in his otherwise apathetic demeanor. It wasn't the gore or the violence that intrigued him, but the defiance in her ability to defy the very destruction he had wrought. He watched as her wounds slowly close. He observed her slow resurgence with a predatory gaze, a subtle smile playing on his lips. In that moment, the battlefield transformed into a morbid chessboard, his mind churned with possibilities. A pawn with the power to rise from the ashes—a valuable piece in his grand game. His lack of empathy now transformed into a strategic calculation. His interest had been piqued, not by the carnage of war, but by the potential leverage that the regenerating force before him held. The battlefield, already stained with blood, now bore witness to a subtler, more insidious form of warfare—one where power wasn't just wielded through might, but through the manipulation of those who defied the natural order.

#particlecreator #mobile;;#✦．¦ ❝ NO ONE ELSE DESERVES IT MORE. ITS IN MY NAME. ❞ ╱ ⠀ Doflamingo : IC⠀ ❫#doffy Tags tbd #sorry for the formatting I’m on mobile 😭😭😭

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mused-like-roses · 5 months

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Closed Sabo Starter ~ @particlecreator

"Hey, I supposed you had dropped this book..." Sabo couldn't help but give it a good read when he first found it lying around. At least once he managed to pick back up all the amount of papers that flew out of it the moment he had open the book at her time. It was a good thing he found hopefully the owner of this... he'd hate it see it land in the wrong hands.

After a small pause left him, Sabo gave off a smile as he hands the book over to the woman. "From the looks of it, I take it you're looking for some... sort of treasure?" He asked. Curiosity killed the cat for him at this rate. "Oh, where are my manners! I'm Sabo. Pleased to meet you miss...?"

#𝖒; 𝕾𝖆𝖇𝖔 #𝖛; 𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓 #particlecreator

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cmdrace · 5 months

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“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all.”

Ace looked at the pirate before seeing the enemy he was hunting for run off. He sighed turning around and ran over to the ginger haired female, picking her up worriedly. He scooped her up carrying her like a princess. "It'll be ok, it'll be ok" Ace spoke.

The repetition, it wasn't for her, but for himself. "Hey, it'll be ok, let's go" he said as he raced her to his ship, putting her gently on the deck, going through his room to get out the right things to help.

"I'm just letting you know, I am no doctor, but I will try my best" Ace said worriedly crouching low, looking at her legs with the gauze and bandages. "Where is it?" He asked. "Where does it hurt?"

To many, it may seem that Ace was chaotic, a stubborn man who had no worries about getting hurt, but to crewmates and friends, he was the most gentle person ever, taking care of his friends and family.

Ace spoke soothingly, a race of nerves coming from him, projecting the worry. There was no time to be worried. At the moment, he needed direct concentration.

@particlecreator | hurt and comfort prompts

#portgas d ace #thanks for the ask!#particlecreator

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gazelessmenagerie · 8 months

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“be honest...Would you kill your own father?” -Broly

send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.

Not once had he been asked about his father until that point.

The snap of his head was already an egregious display of his answer, expression caught in a moment of surprise with how his eye widened enough to be noticeable over his shoulder. His mouth remained a thin line, the loose coagulation of whatever thoughts he had been running through in what chores and tasks that needed to be done on that day fell into a disquieted silence as his body stalled to a grinding halt amid its journey to the water basin carved by his own might several weeks prior.

What had brought about such a senseless question by some whelp lucky enough to encounter him while the midday sun was blazing hot was a question in its own right.

' He's already dead. ' Was what he wanted to say but instead, another set of words replaced what his brain thought, sliding through the dried canals of that beating organ. Memories of the past were all it was comprised of, trudging through the veins that were long since abandoned as the harsh reality of surviving through hardship after harship coalesced into a single droplet. Paragus was the only man he knew for the majority of his life up until his death. He was only man who raised him and dared to love him in the ways only a father would love a son still so small and clinging close. Stories spoke of how their mighty race once once, filling naive eyes with hope to one day be reunited with a pocket of Saiyans that might yet still exist somewhere with him as the next reigning king. Rebuilding their civilization, destroying their enemies, it was what any Saiyan child could want but those times of frivolous dreams fell to ruin as the years came by and the magnitude of Broly's own power easily devoured like a ravenous ecplise over his father.

His father taught him how to survive, watched him with a keen eye and was mindful to not neglect the intellect that Broly held behind the piercing visage of his eyes. Tactics of combat, diplomacy of political frivolities were skills given and honed through his father's grand plans of seating his son on that lofty throne that lay in the realm of a dream. Threading words coaxed by their constant nomadic lifestyle of venturing from one planet to another became a necessary facet of survival to evade the radar of the same reigning empire that destroyed their race. To be smarter than one's pursuers, remain low to the ground like a stalking predator and attack when the moment was right. Nearly everything that Broly knew could be traced directly to his father...

He fought when he was of age, learned everything he could be taught when it came to destroying his enemies. The blood he spat and spilled, the amount of times his bones fractured and broke, the burning hatred felt for those who looked to claim both of their lives for what they are. Anger was the only way to survive, the only way a Saiyan is to be to attain greater power. It couldn't be counted on both hands the amount of times the Legendary Saiyan felt he might've died while growing up in facing off against stronger opponents for one reason or another. He needed to adapt quickly and with greater power, pushed forth by his father as they went from living as exiles to taking over villages, towns, cities.. and entire planets.

Everything he did had been to make the man who raised him proud.

" ... I don't know. " He spoke softly under his breath, easy to miss as much as the small glimpse of what might've been a small shred of regret.

And yet he killed his own father in cold blood during an outraging rampage.

It was deserved.

It was the product of years of control and ordering him around, forcing him to obey every damned command.

' I'm sorry son, but you'll die with his planet as well. '

' " Where do YOU think you're Going... Dad? " '

' " Broly..! I was.. preparing the ship for us to leave together. "

' " In a ship made for One? " '

Convoluted emotions were a disgrace to his Saiyan blood. The love of a mere child knowing nothing more than what his father did to ensure survival. He was the only Saiyan left for what felt to be years upon years. He loved him. And it only made the betrayal all the worse that the fleeting moment of tenderness that collected in that dewdrop resting over those dried canals evaporated with the contrived, twisted half-truths that could never be a clear cut answer. Both sides were true in that he hadn't wanted to kill him in a small, desparing corner but the hatred and vileness spoke a larger voice as its half of the truth spoke a simple fact on the matter as though he were only commenting on the weather.

" I already killed him. "

#|| Tag: Answered #particlecreator #|| Gazing over the Abyss of Stars { Broly }#( ohhh that was juicy. thank you. )#( suffice to say. its a VERY controversial topic for my portrayal aflsdjg )#( just bc I think on how hard was it to live basically in harsh environments while most likely being hunted by people after the geno/cide )#(of the saiyans. i mean they were wiped out but there had to be some stragglers )#( I can imagine the guy has some very extreme feelings over his dad but he doesn't say shit cause lmfao )#( its just so damn twisted I dont think even he knows how to begin processing that than to default )#( to being angry and hateful like he was raised/learned how to be bc its just easier )#( than to say he might actually feel regret about killing him or that it hurt to be betrayed by the man he loved )#( as a boy; as a son would to the only father he knew. )#( like hell??? idk. its just fascinating to me how paragus cared for his kid and even after losing an eye albeit not the same as before )#( and knowing his own son is a monster that he unfortunately created and had to control through his own means. )#( he still tried to treat him with some love but its still a fearful kind. )#( and idk it just makes my heart hurt and makes it 10000x more convoluted and messy for a guy who )#( can't process his own emotions to shove it all down as deep as he can and pretend everythings alright. )#( -slaps broly's ass- this bastard can fit so much trauma and emotional dissonance

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videcoeur · 3 months

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Smiling gone wrong

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How he wanted to be mad, but he couldn't. Doflamingo just thought Caesar's begging was pathetic. What did he mean, he couldn't grab the woman who sold him the wrong materials? He had ONE job and it was to ensure Smile's production was smooth sailing, and he couldn't even handle that. Doflamingo should have known from the way the scientist spent the Emperor's money on women and alcohol, and yet, he thought that he had instilled just enough fear into the goat for him not to try and trick him.

"You're useless." Doflamingo spouted, tone straight, maybe even bored, as if he expected that from Caesar. He was not mad, rather, disappointed. Which, in a way, was worse.

"I have to do everything myself around here."

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"You know what to do, Buffalo, Baby 5. I leave this in your hand. Find the woman and bring her back to Punk Hazard. I'll deal with her myself."

But of course, even they failed. They came back empty-handed, crying, saying something about being unable to catch her because of some weird power. They, at least, got the name of the resort island she was at and a good picture. That would make it a lot easier for Doflamingo to find her.

Using Skyway, he made his flight towards the resort island as short as possible. He didn't need to ask around a lot to get the information he needed, and soon enough, found the culprit at a bar in some fancy hotel.

"You owe me a drink. Then, you and I are quietly going to return to Punk Hazard. I rarely run my errands myself, and I hate having my hand forced. Don't make it any harder."

#I know this blog is on hiatus so do take your time #no rush!#particlecreator #( t; doflamingo. )#( oprp. )

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beforecreation · 8 months

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@particlecreator liked for a starter!

"This is a first, isn't it? I've seen plenty humans with the capability to destroy, but none with the ability to repair damage like you've done so here. Normally such a feat is reserved for that of the gods alone. It seems to be a competent job at that."

#particlecreator #// tfw you remembered to finish destroying something and then someone went up and fixed it already #// he's kinda impressed even if that means he has to break it again

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n3rdb0x · 8 months

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@particlecreator continued from here

Gohan would glance back at her with a sort of comforting smile. Absentmindedly fiddling with his helmet as he sat there with her. He could tell just from her eyes how tired she was. It was always hard trying to find the means to help people while helping yourself. It did suddenly make a light go off in his head as he would then say. "You uh got to help yourself... before you can help others. I think sometimes I forget that too..." He'd trail off as he thought about it. It was hard sometimes finding that balance.

"Maybe... But you're still human to me, and it's not like there isn't plenty of humans with powers of some kind."

#particlecreator #gohan rp

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peoplcshope · 8 months

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It had only been a few months since the androids were put away by Trunks, though it seemed the people would not yet know peace as aliens would often invade the earth in the search for the Saiyan that had eradicated their planet or has crossed them in some way. As ruthless as his father was…he never pictured him being the type to leave a survivor in the wake of his destruction but here were the relics of his past karma come to collect on the very earth itself.

However, just before Trunks himself could have arrived in the area to aid the people the threat had already been thwarthed quite easily by a woman in pink. Trunks could have sensed the individual from where he flew..and the power of this mystery person was vast, something along the lines he’s never seen before..however, once he arrived he discovered people scrambling about the area in pure terror, it would make one think the androids were coming back.

Though Trunks were confused..they all ran screaming ‘MONSTER.’ or ‘She’s a MONSTER!’ whilst running. “Hey…excuse me..HEEY.” Trunks spoke up as he tried grabbing at least ONE person’s attention but they were all too afraid, this had happened until silence finally fills the area leaving the two alone. She was saddened..and who could blame her. Trunks had spoken up, ensuring the woman that he did not see her the way the people did. “I really don’t..you helped these people and I can’t even thank you enough for that. They’ve really been through a lot. It doesn’t excuse their behavior but I just want you to understand that this doesn’t come from a place of malice.” Trunks’ own voice was soft and sincere as he extends a hand forward. “My name is Trunks by the way.”

He extends a hand, hoping she’d take it and shake it. Though now with all of that melodrama out of the way he noticed that..she was in costume. Ha..the sight of it brought his mind back in time upon days he would spend with his late mentor.

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#❛ rp ━━ when choices made had forged the blade.#❛ au ━━ the taste of blood was the beginning of the end.#verse: dragon ball z #particlecreator #i hope this is okay.

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droidsplode · 5 days

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@particlecreator said: Holding her daughter close as she stood before Rex, Eve was trying to move back to Earth after it was assumed Mark was dead. There had been no sign of him for over two years and it was overwhelming for the ginger. Sighing softly, she spoke in a whisper with a hoarse voice, "Do you ever wish there was another way?"

When Invincible and Eve had left earth, Rex had been both relieved and saddened. He had truly hoped they would come around to seeing his side when they had seen the good he had done. When they left, they took his greatest potential allies and his greatest worries with them simultaneously.

Now here she is again, without Invincible. Ready to move back to her homeplanet and seemingly bury the hatchet. Rex has had to use a lot of willpower not to look at the prosthetic leg or the baby. Amanda and him had never been able to conceive. It still stings.

" Of course I do . " He replies. He doesn't quite understand her question, but tries to answer truthfully nevertheless. " I know we have had our differences ... I know Mark and I had our differences ... But you two were some of my oldest friends. I wish there had been a way to avoid all the bloodshed . " His eyes almost wander down. He stops them.

He hesitates. Then continues. " A lot has changed since you left . I ... Am sorry for what I did to you . But I hope you will see why it was necessary once you realise how much better earth has become. If there is anything I can do to help reassimilate you both , please let me know . "

#threads.#particlecreator #comic spoilers #// aaaaaaa //#verse 4. ( robot invasion )

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rubctosis · 3 months

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[ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying -“I’m sorry for breaking out promise.”

✎... @particlecreator sent Prompt. | 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭 & 𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬. the smell pungent as the battle raged on. It had been nearly an hour since the start, but the sounds had came to an eerie silence. Law's crew had been outnumbered, and the Heart Pirates were being pushed back. but it was done. they had managed to succeed. he was out of breath, his inked finger grasping the hilt of his kikoku, gold eyes scanning the battle field for someone. a particualr red head. he moved passed some of his crew to look for her. his heart pounded in his chest as he used haki to track her and thats when his steps came to a slow halt. a lump appeared in his throat and his heart dropped, his lips pursing as he held back emotions. a few feet away layed her injured form, bloodied and bruised. injuries were unknown from where he stood and without a second more he rushed up to her. using what stamina he had left to use his devil fruit abilities to be closer to her. he dropped his blade as he he held the girl he had slowly grown so attached to in his arms. Her body felt so fragile, so delicate against his own. The sight of her injured form filled him with a deep sense of anguish. He couldn't bear to see her like this. He held her fragile form close to his chest, her once vibrant eyes now growing dull and lifeless. The woman he had vowed to protect, the one who had slowly etched her way into his heart, was slipping away before his very eyes. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, each one weaker than the last, as if her life force was fading with every passing second.

Law's grip tightened around her delicate frame, his hands trembling with a mix of desperation and grief as he assessed the gravity of her injuries, doing what he could in the moment. He had always prided himself on his ability to remain detached, to keep emotions at bay.had shattered the walls he had built around his heart. And now, as she lay dying in his arms, he could feel the weight of his it all crushing him . They had shared stolen moments of happiness amidst their pirate lives. But now, all that remained were memories tainted by the impending loss. her words breaking his heart entirely. his chin was trembling, eyes fluttering with the impending tears. his face controting with such pain as he had to listen to her words.

❝ Shut up! dont say another word. . youre not dying here . . ❞

through his clogged throat, small muffled noises came from him and he soon found his arms wrapped around her desperately; as if beggung her to remian here. in the moment as if he could keep her soul within her slowly desiccating body inside by holding her to him. He could feel her heartbeat growing fainter with each passing second, as if time itself was cruelly mocking him. Every fiber of Law's being screamed in protest as he fought against the inevitable. He would give anything to trade places with her, to take on her pain and suffering. But life is often cruel and unfair, and no amount of bargaining or pleading could change the outcome that awaited them. he was frantic as he was willing to preform the eternal youth surgery right the very moment to keep her alive. his world was crashing around him and he coulddnt help but press loving kisses to her. reminding her through his affection that nothing would seperate them.

❝ Cariño i love you.. ❞

Law's world was falling all around him. rain starting to fall, washing away the tears that streamed down his face. In that moment, he was consumed by a grief so profound that it threatened to consume him whole. He cradled her lifeless body against his chest, unable to tear his gaze away from her. In that moment, Law knew that he would forever be haunted by the memory of holding her in his arms as she slipped away from him. And despite the pain that ravaged his soul, he vowed to carry her memory with him until his own last breath. For she had not only captured his heart but had also taught him the true meaning of love and loss. Not enough time for farewell words. . .no time to say goodbye, she was gone before he knew it. Tears his silent language of grief.

death really followed him where ever he went.

#particlecreator #╰ *ㅤᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᴿᵉᶜⁱᵉᵛᵉᵈ.ㅤ⧽ 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃.#╰ *ㅤ𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.ㅤ⧽#long post #apologies for the delayed reply :(

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age736 · 2 months

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" Those who win are not strong. It is those who lose and come back up who are strong. "

@particlecreator ' unprompted '

❝ WELL THAT'S DEFINITELY A MUCH HARSHER way ta' put it ! though i do agree with ya ! winning is real nice an' all, but i won't lie ta' ya an' say that i find myself havin' a whole lotta more fun when i lose a fight ! getting whooped by someone stronger than ya gives ya a whole lot ta' learn ! and it even gives ya plenty of motivation ta' become stronger yerself. though i don't think yer goal should be ta' become stronger than them- 'cause then what do ya do after that ? nah. ya should strive ta' become stronger than the you ya were the last time ya fought them. ❞

#☪ ic .#☪ asks .#particlecreator

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3katanas · 5 months

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@particlecreator asked: f a i n t e d -one piece verse From: Send me ‘ f a i n t e d ‘ for my muse to find yours passed out in the middle of nowhere

He swore, one hand lifting to rub the back of his neck as he paused, Dark gaze sweeping over the forest around him, noting nothing that could indicate which direction he was supposed to go, before sighing and continuing forward. How the hell he'd gotten lost again was beyond him, not that he was even fully admitting that to himself as he trudged through a thicket and out into a field. Pausing only at the shift in color to his right.

Attention flicking towards the colors that didn't belong in the forest as it settled upon the prone body of what looked to be a female. Auburn hair spilled out around her in a manner that clearly indicated she'd fallen here, not decided to take a nap.

Slowly approaching, one hand on a hilt at his side, he crouched down. Holding his fingers first to her pulse point to ensure she was actually alive before gently shaking her after confirming that it wasn't a corpse before him. "Hey, you ok?"

#particlecreator #bounty claimed (answered)

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sarcasticmercy · 5 months

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[ CARRY ]: having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

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Overexertion. That was what he'd blame later. It had been worth it, of course. No one had been lost, any other injuries would be easy to tend to later. Nothing immediately fatal. He could deal with tending everyone's wounds in a few- It hadn't been enough.

Another fucking wave rose, determined. Unrelenting. It wasn't a good sign. Had his information been wrong? Or were there hidden routes littered around the island? Or worse- did these people have the ability to be completely invisible?

Whatever the case, he had to get up. Retreat was the best option- they wouldn't survive this encounter otherwise. He had just about managed to haul himself off the ground when someone had decided to scoop him up. Needless to say, the noise he let out was undignified- surprised. It wasn't often anyone carried him nowadays. "Put- down." Not that he could really do much about the situation, regardless. Not immediately, at least.

#Answered #particlecreator #((-wavewave-))#((Now that I've written it I guess it makes more sense it's just some random island faction; not Marines or whatever))

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heirofviltrum · 5 months

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"Reputation? I have a reputation?"

he's chuckling . adjusting the strap of his bag . his right brow lifts in a tease and his head shakes .

" you're asking that ? you'd know better than any of us what a reputation is like . "

#reply to :#particlecreator

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infloresco · 5 months

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Send 🏆 If you like my character portrayal!

#particlecreator #the mun answers!

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