#postmortemlullaby

With an - supposedly - ancient vase tucked under her arm, Emil walked up to the - supposedly - yellow submarine. Holding a cookie between her teeth, she picked from the dock a small stone and threw it at one of the pirates onboard - if she remembered correctly from Bepo’s descriptions, he should have some expertise with ancient artefacts.

“Hey!” Emil paused to recall his name. “Flynn!” Holding the vase by the handle, Emil lifted it over her head. “I got this a while back. It’s supposed to be old and valuable, but I know next to nothing about old vases so I would appreciate if you took a look at it!” Emil lifted the half eaten cookie as well. “I can pay you in food if you’d like. Or in gold, if that’s what you’re into.”

Whether Emil meant for this to happen or not, in which case she might consider it a bonus if it did rather than an accident to regret, the stone hit Flynn right on the back of his head, making him exclaim a “What the-?” and briefly think the Tang was under attack.

One hand massaging the sore spot, he bent over to pick up whatever small thing had attacked him. He rolled it between his fingers. “A primitive projectile?” Luckily, someone shouted out his name before he could lose any more time with a simple, humble sample of geology.

“Oh. Hullo, ehm…” He knew this person; Flynn was sure he did. He did not know many females, for starters, and even fewer fishwomen, which is pretty much another way of saying he knew none. Correction, he did know one - this one! And her name was… “Emilia!” Yes, Emil, the moorish idol fishwoman with the funny-looking nose spot!

Flynn smiled. Rather than being ecstatic over the prospect of having an artefact be brought to him, he calmly waved at Emil and beckoned her to join him on deck. Of course, he could spare her the walk and meet her instead, but say this was a legitimate piece, a tough nut to crack? Flynnigan required his belongings if a deeper examination should be needed. With some luck, Captain wouldn’t mind…

“You do? Go on, then! Bring that vase over here. Bu-but be careful!” He added as he noticed the careless way in which Emil handled the object. First impressions said she didn’t care that much if this vase was one of value if she did not mind hoisting it over her head… And that said something about how much she prized her own head, too.

“You don’t have to pay me anything. Just let me have a look at it, alright?”

“You Idiot.”

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Re: Sharing A Dessert with @post-mortem-lullaby

“Hay, long time no see.. Been wonderin where ye got to, been gettin lonely round here with just me an’ Fluffy.” The little orc greeted as she saw her friend again.

“Have ye been up to much or just chilling?”

I wanted to make a shout out for @post-mortem-lullaby / @someidioticurl. I think the idea for their OC is very original. I like how they used haki to make up their OC's handicap. It's also one of the few fishmen OCs in the fandom and that is amazing. Liz is also a very fun person and a lovely mun.

☁️ ┊ The man swayed as he walked. Some citizens gave him wary glances but chose to do nothing about it, perhaps assuming he was drunk. That wasn’t it, however. He didn’t know if he ate something that upset his stomach, or if someone attempted to poison him. What Adonis did know, was that he was nauseous, and needed somewhere to rest. The inn that he was staying at was still a few ways away, and he wondered if he could ever make it.

tagging: @first-son-of-finwe, @the-blood-dragons-and-multiverse, @nightmares-and-dankmemes, @post-mortem-lullaby

bold any fears which apply to your muse italicise what makes them uncomfortable

     ❝ Ey, Emil! Over here! ❞ A long, skinny arm was raised, and Nnoitra waved someone enthusiastically to attract his ‘ friend’s ‘ attention. To call them FRIENDS might be an overstatement, but Nnoitra had no complaints. He got free food, and all he needed to do was talk about the sky, which he didn’t mind in the first place. So, yeah, he always enjoyed meeting up with Emil. Her dog would most likely not have taken a liking to him. Animals ( apart from cats ) usually didn’t. There was just something about Nnoitra’s ‘ aura ‘ or whatever that made them nervous. But, yeah, whatever.