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He let out an internal sigh, why oh why was his new master such a fool? 

The man was pacing the hardwood floors, shaking that infuriating bag of kibble as if it were some ancient summoning ritual. As if those dried pellets could lure him from his refuge beneath the antique credenza. The shadows here were cool, and the dust was comforting in its familiarity. Much more appealing than the harsh sunlight pouring through Leigh’s poorly drawn curtains.

@onepiecc asked - "Just so we're on the same page here, I fully, fully intend to kill you. but first, we're gonna make you suffer." -Raion (Celestial Dragon verse)

Everyone had warned her that the Lower World was dangerous, but no one had every really explained why. Now she understood. She was hated simply for what she was. How ironic when other Celestial Dragons felt the exact same about anyone from the beneath the Red Line. She didn’t think like that, but that hardly mattered. Her reputation back home meant nothing here.

Blue eyes swam with tears and terror, her bonds biting into her skin and tearing at her delicate skin. The bracelet locked around her wrist by her father made it so she was powerless to save herself, not that she’d really know how to go about doing that in the first place. She wasn’t a fighter, but that had been more than evident when she’d been captured.

“I’m sorry,” she said, unsure what exactly she was apologizing for. The crimes of her entire people? Maybe. Probably. 

“I just… I wanted to see the world… It’s… it’s beautiful here…” she sniffled, doing her best not to sob and blubber like a child. She would be screaming later, she knew that, but for the time being she was trying to be strong.

taking care of you - accepting!

@onepiecc sent ─ [ held ] sender sits behind receiver, arms around them so they don’t have to hold themselves up - Nyssa to Boa ((saving her from the sea??))

This is embarrassing. Incredibly embarrassing. A warlord. (Or ex-warlord). And an empress nonetheless almost drowning in the sea could kill her repetition. But thankfully people were weak to her beauty. But in this moment, her cheeks reddened at the sheer audacity of the sea itself. How dare it. She coughed up more of the foolish sea water onto the ground; hacking up what was left in her lungs.

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She had caught on fast.

Though, Crocodile knew that the experience of a slave, especially a female slave, meant that one needed to adapt to survive. In this world, there were only a few slaves who made it. One variety were those who might be deemed as 'lucky';

a fate that Crocodile would sooner associate with death

those who were deemed too 'beautiful' to tarnish with exhaustive labor. Though they lived more privileged lives, their hands were still bound by gold chains and left to the cruelty of their master's whims. Others were those that played into their strengths, made to fulfill their owners cruelty on others at the cost of their own survival. Those who knew how to play the game just as well as the dullards up top who counted themselves their superiors. Those were the survivors.

The life of a slave was not meant for the weak. The soft ones were robbed young and early, made former shells of themselves left to rot in their broken spirits. Only the strong could survive. Only those that understood their place, knew how to make it work, and took every advantage of it they could.

     MEME: DRABBLES

I know there are many people saying all members of CP9 are orphans, but hereare my interpretations of how Kaku, Jabra, Kalifa & Blueno got into Cipher Pol, or at least the rough ideas I have atm:

KAKU: Kaku's parents are both alive and well, but he never got the chance to get to know them. His father and mother were very young when they got him (between 16 and 17) and even though they were pressured to keep and raise him, they simply couldn't do it. His mother suffered from post partum depression and his father failed to kep a job for longer than a few weeks. Due to all of that, they decided they were in no way able to take care of a baby and abandoned Kaku, leaving him at some random dorstep in the middle of the night. That doorstep turned out to belong to a higher up CP9 agent, who took him in. Kaku doesn't know any of this, he'd been told his parents died long ago.

JABRA: Jabra was taken forcefully by Cipher Pol when he was 5. His mother died shortly after childbirth, and his father is unknown. He lived in a small village where the neighbors took turns taking care of him, all acting as a big family for him. One day, the village took someone in who was on the run from Cipher Pol, which resulted in the village being attacked and most villagers being murdered. Despite his young age, Jabra would scream at the men in black suits and even bit one hard enough to leave a scar - his courage making him a perfect candidate for the organisation to train. And so they took him with them. A few agents were bitten along the way, but they got a hold of him and shaped him into the asset he is today. That incident is also how Jabra got his scar, but that's another story.

KALIFA: Kalifa, unlike the rest, wasn't taken against her will or away from her family. Since her father is a respected member of Ciher Pol she had been born into the organisation. For her, there was never anything else. She didn't even know her mother, unlike her father who was ever present during each and every training session, but never treated her any differently than the othe children only because she is his daughter. Her sister Alpha shared the same fate, yet she and Kalifa never got along well. To Kalifa, family has no real meaning as she never managed to form any bonds with neither her father nor her sister.

✏️ -Garling and Aquila??

Incorrect Quotes Always Accepting Mary Geoise Shenanigans @onepiecc

Cosima: I'm not doing to well. Stella: What's wrong? Cosima: I have this headache that comes and goes. *Shamrock enters the room* Cosima: There it is again.

Stella: Comparing Shamrock and Cosima is like comparing apples and oranges. Shamrock: We’re both unique in our own ways? Stella: Apples are superior in every way and all oranges should be eliminated. Cosima: Which one of us is the orange?

Stella: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get a chance? Cosima: No. Shamrock: No. Stella: Didn't think so.

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Aquila: I think I'm falling for you. Garling: Then get up.

Garling: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night? Aquila: It was autocorrect. Garling: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."? Aquila: Yes.

Days spent in his fathers former office were rare. It was his now, inherited when becoming Leader of the Gods Knights after his father had become one of the Gorosei, though with the turmoil ahead of them and quite possibly a war of colossal extent on the verge of breaking out, Shamrocks presence was more required on the field rather than have him simply delegate who would go where in order to maintain peace and order.

There was, however, a rare occasion where he was granted a few moments of respite, the very same one which he now spent sitting in the comfortable chair behind the desk, eyes closed, and simply enjoying the silence. There was one or the other noise, he assumed just slaves doing their work. They knew better than to disturb him, though he also tended to be lenient towards them at times. After all, some tasks couldn't be done in silence. As long as there wasn't too much noise...

Ah, one could only wish.

The clinking of high heels against the marble floor announced the presence of one particular woman he hadn't seen in what seemed forever. Nobody else had such confidence in their walk as Cosima.

Shamrock didn't really make much of a move when the door to the office flung open with the exception of opening an eye to see whether he was right in his assumption. Once confirmed, he resorted back to lounging, the only indication that he was aware of her presence being the slight smirk on his features. Shamrock knew how to push her buttons, and one of them was being him not acting like a proper Celestial Dragon was supposed to. If only she knew what woes he had to go through recently, perhaps she'd allow him this much slack for once.

The redhead was well aware that a visit from Cosima was never unwarranted, and perhaps it was better to address the issue sooner rather than later. Maybe she had come to her senses after he had called off the wedding between the two of him, maybe this was her extending her olive branch about it.

❝ Dearest cousin, ❞ Shamrock finally spoke, adjusting himself in his seat to sit properly and look at her. ❝ I was wondering where you've been hiding recently. Scheming how to take over the world, I assume? ❞ There was no doubt that she was about to jab him with something, whatever that something was. Well, two could easily play the same game. ❝ I haven't seen you at the Gala when father was made one of the Gorosei. Don't tell me you're still sulking about the wedding not going through. ❞

While their union wouldn't be unheard of, as many Celestial Dragons preferred to wed between themselves, to keep things in the family, Shamrock would much rather not have one of the most powerful families become the laughing stock of the whole world by turning out like the one of Saint Charlos, with hideous looks and an IQ lower than those of simple amoeba in the sea.

❝ To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? ❞

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[  ACCIDENTAL BRUSH  ]  *  my muse touches your muse ( somewhere intimate ) on accident. -Sedna & Shachi (28 ft mermaid might do something on accident)

The half-sea king floated on his back, quite content sun bathing near the shore. He was close enough to reach the beach quickly if needed, but far enough that he wasn't touching the sea floor, enough room to swim well under the water. He'd been in a half slumber, eyes closed, arms loose at his sides and long orca tail somewhat submurged. His large form was not one he'd been able to use for months and he finally felt free enough to stretch himself out like this.

Normally, he'd know better than to let his guard down, but with how cramped it was in the Tang, and how stressful things had been as of late, he couldn't be blamed for wanting to just rest.