#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?”

Time passed, the skyline changed in a multitude of settings, yet Morgan’s mind was just as foggy as before. 

After accepting reality, however fictional it was, she believed this man currently walking next to her was her female friend indeed, trapped in the guise of a male by the design of something she - he - did not care to explain, whether by lack of patience or of knowledge. Morgan did not blame Emil - words would surely be missing from her vocabulary should she wake up to the same situation.

While it was true she had posed as a man for a while, she had never truly been one. Emil... she had taken things up a couple of notches without even trying. It was a mystery and Morgan was intrigued.

Which was why she couldn’t take her eyes off Emil as they walked to the shopping centre where they would be purchasing him a new wardrobe. He had asked for Morgan’s help in a fashion emergency and how could she deny it? Funny enough... She had never gone shopping for clothes with Emil’s female self.

“How does it... feel? Being a man, I mean” By the looks of it, quite comfy. 

Emil looked unfazed, casually having her apple ice cream as if she had done it all her life as a man. Then again, ice cream was ice cream and a mouth was a mouth - there was no big difference about it between sexes.

Oh, not that Morgan’s mind was trailing that far from the face anyway! Which was, by the way, a very handsome face. There was no denying it.

Taking licks of her own pistachio cone, Morgan almost got her heel stuck in a hole in the pavement, Emil’s handsome male face the only culprit. This careless (almost) mistake was quickly masked with a chin up and a proud countenance and strut combo. Mistakes should not happen but if they did, it was up to a lady of a rank to go over them as if they were nothing.

Emil’s situation was a bit more than a mistake, though.

“I don’t know how you can keep your head so cool about it and just go for a promenade! I admit you are right in doing so, for there is nothing you can do if you do not know what happened in the first place.” Emil’s attitude was the right one indeed, but Morgan couldn’t help admiring her friend for not freaking out or show fear before the hypothesis of this physical change being permanent. “I don’t think I would be so calm even if I told myself to” she confessed in a hush.

“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