>>283137958
>you may like it
You are correct. Here, a Robin for your troubles.
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My aching soul can not rest and the fire in my loins shall never cease as long as I don't impregnate Nico Robin.
My love and my lust are as real as you or I. And whether the mirror that reflects light exists or not, there is no denying the glare that blinds you.
My love for her is a reflection of truth, even when the source of it is mere fiction.
But as sure as her visage and words are drawn on paper, a part of her exists. That is the light which my soul magnifies through its reflection.
I will not rest until she is mine, and I am hers.
Neither the unfathomable pressures of oppression nor that of the deep sea with all of its encompassing darkness and lurking monsters feels as heavy in my heart as my need to breed that woman does, Anon.
You do not understand. My skin may be hardened and filled with battle scars, but a single glance at her eyes makes me weak in the knees and pierces my heart not unlike a spear.
I may have not eaten a devil fruit, but the sea is my weakness, as I see it her eyes, a wild, untamed and deep blue shade of raging seas, a passionate and dangerous voyage I am desperate to embark on.
She is the true Poseidon, and I must conquer her.
Alas, her strength yet surpasses that of mine, as no amount of power or raw animalistic force is able to overcome the divine strength of femininity, and as far as that goes, she is a Goddess, and I a mere mortal.
I can only pray for her, and hope she responds.
My aching soul can not rest and the fire in my loins shall never cease as long as I don't impregnate Nico Robin.
My love and my lust are as real as you or I. And whether the mirror that reflects light exists or not, there is no denying the glare that blinds you.
My love for her is a reflection of truth, even when the source of it is mere fiction.
But as sure as her visage and words are drawn on paper, a part of her exists. That is the light which my soul magnifies through its reflection.
I will not rest until she is mine, and I am hers.
Neither the unfathomable pressures of oppression nor that of the deep sea with all of its encompassing darkness and lurking monsters feels as heavy in my heart as my need to breed that woman does, Anon.
You do not understand. My skin may be hardened and filled with battle scars, but a single glance at her eyes makes me weak in the knees and pierces my heart not unlike a spear.
I may have not eaten a devil fruit, but the sea is my weakness, as I see it her eyes, a wild, untamed and deep blue shade of raging seas, a passionate and dangerous voyage I am desperate to embark on.
She is the true Poseidon, and I must conquer her.
Alas, her strength yet surpasses that of mine, as no amount of power or raw animalistic force is able to overcome the divine strength of femininity, and as far as that goes, she is a Goddess, and I a mere mortal.
I can only pray for her, and hope she responds.