#{snxwbird}

[missbabyfive]

@snxwbird​​ said; Rise above it. *zigzag snaps* You don't need no man.

     ❝  I mean... They won’t survive even if I try to keep them alive at this point. It’s not needing anymore, it’s a matter of even being able to. ❞

[citrus-himmel]

   ✉ @snxwbird said: 'You remind me of summer.' she observed, pensive. Yellow eyes calmly watching her, a smile on her lips. "...of a warm and fragrant holiday day somewhere by the sea."

Hearing Monet's words had Nami tilting her head, one hand raising to push the sunglasses up her forehead so she could look at the woman properly without the protective shades in the way. She simply looked for a few minutes, deep brown eyes trailing lazily over her features. From how pale she was, the sun currently beating down on them both made her almost seem to glow. Similar to how the sun shimmered along the surface of snow. In a way Nami envied that, how pretty she looked in that moment, but she still preferred her own freckled complexion at the end of the day. Regardless of how long Monet had been with them now, and her resentment at what happened on Punk Hazard faded with her confessions on why, those piercing eyes of her's still managed to unsettle Nami. She couldn't keep the woman's gaze for long, even with the warm smile she was being graced with, and soon turned her attention back up to the cloudless sky above. ❝ Are you saying that because of my hair? Looking like the color of a sunset and all that, ❞ Nami asked with a smile, not real bite in her tone. More joking than anything. ❝ Well, you remind me of the coldest day in the winter. Where the sun's shining, making the trees and ground look like they were washed in crystal and everything almost feels in a standstill because it's so cold. Makes you believe it might actually be nice out, until you step outside. Still extremely beautiful to see, though. ❞

[umbrx]

                                                   Hegemony of the Food Chain

@snxwbird​

PURPOSE was the only thing dividing filth from something more, be they a demon, a deity, an angel, or even a human being. It was how the DEVIL, as Heaven occasionally tended to refer to him now, organized things, how HE saw them be and how HE imagined balance. He was PERFECT, the only one LEFT, and if the universe had to be destroyed again, if KNOWLEDGE had to burn once more to have it revamped, he would do it - mercilessly.

Monet, while he randomly met her, proved to be of the useful kind, and one of the things he held above her head to perform assassinations for him was the life of her human sister, Sugar. Sugar, however, WASN’T useful, apart as being a leverage, and at one point even that role would cease to exist.

He was at their home, patiently waiting for the older sibling to return while he spent time with younger. Even if he didn’t really HAVE TO, he didn’t use force nor threats around Sugar, figuring manipulating a child wouldn’t ask for too much. And it didn’t. She, just as any young child, found him quite interesting. He had stories to tell of his travels around the world, he was calming and would often let her share her interests while patiently listening, and would be the friend she needed when she didn’t have many. He didn’t give a CARE for her interests, but he did for the bond he was forming, the POWER DISBALANCE he was creating.

When Monet arrived into the room, he was sitting on Sugar’s bed, and was caressing her silk hair while she slept on his thigh. There were a few drawings on the floor, one of an imaginary place full of toys, one of an island made out of sweets, one of a snowy place and a burning town. Neatly stacked on the desk was a deck of cards, two jokers drawn out and set to the side as they weren’t needed, and a paper with recorded wins and loses on both sides.

Sky itself looked at her and followed every movement, voice low and softly spoken to not awake the sleeping princess. ❝ Was the angel there? And did they have any pendants on them? ❞ He expected her to kill them, it was the order, however, there was a chance the angels played their own game of tag. That one would prove to be more vexing if anything.

[medicus-mortem]

@snxwbird​ gets a Demon Hunter Verse Starter

   You wouldn’t expect to find a priest in a seedy bar, not a good one anyway, but here he is anyway. Not hunting for a change, despite the gun hidden on his person. Not in his robes, wearing casual clothing instead. Pair of jeans, boots, a button up shirt he doesn’t fully do up, a jacket so he can hide the gun strapped to his side. Relaxed. If you can call a guy hunched over the bar and drinking hard liquor relaxed.

   Law does have his cross on him, the talisman tucked into his shirt and kept close to his skin. He might be having some very rare down time but he knows his luck. Even sitting here, quietly having a drink, he’ll attract a demon or fallen angel or something. He never truly finds peace. Too cursed for that. Law won’t be surprised if this tavern ends up ruined by the end of the night.

   Ice clinks in his glass as he brings it to his lips. He takes a sip, humming with the smooth taste of the whiskey. For a time he drinks in peace, the gentle hum of conversation nice around him. The barkeep refills his drink but drifts to someone else to talk to. It’s decent, it’s nice. Then the cross vibrates against his skin. Eyes close, brow furrowing in irritation.

   Someone slides into the seat beside him. Law’s eyes slip open a crack, moving to the side to peer at the woman. Gotta admit she is gorgeous but judging by the muffled, soft hum in his clothes she’s probably not going to be his type. Unfortunate.

   “Before you start,” he says, straightening. “I’m gonna mention approaching me wasn’t your smartest choice tonight.”

[afailedkingsheart]

:: Would you kindly

@snxwbird         “ Would you kindly wait for Young Master’s arrival stark naked on his bed? (: “

❧ The voice of the pretty bird woman rang loud and clear in his mind, though he wasn’t sure if it was her voice or his own. Something he often did when he was still with his brother’s family was just this. He would wait for him. Wait for his command, his orders. Let him use him as a weapon or a source of pleasure. The difference was almost nonexistent to Doflamingo and Cora knew that. So what difference did it make as he rested against the silky smooth satin bed sheets that smelled of the many lovers that came after him. 

Fingers tangling into the cloth, his mind wandering over all the years after his escape with Law till now. In the kingdom of Dressrosa he failed to save, laying like a patient dog in the monster’s bedroom, fearing what his vulnerable state would incur. A perfect opportunity to kill him or make use of him. He was terrified of both, but his body wanted the latter. 

Legs curled into his form, pulling the sheets closer as he lightly inhaled the scent of sweat filled nights. From the lovers that shared this bed to the night terrors he knew still plagued him. He could remember how his body coated in exertion felt against his own. How the feel of his legs wrapped around his hips and fingers desperately holding to his back. The sound of hot breath against his ear and how hard he forced himself to stay quiet. 

Eyes closed to the memory of moments he thought were enough to change the horror that became the man he loved. How every drop of humanity had been squeezed out of him by the officers he sought to please with his reputation as a god among men. Needing that attention, that admiration, that constant applause just to feel something. How Cora saw how easily his suit of clubs morphed him into what he is today just by the simple conversations he overheard.

A heady sigh escapes his lips as he drags himself up from the bed, sitting in the dark with nothing but the moonlight hitting his back and the cool ocean breeze fluttering through the open windows. The sound of heel and toe tapping against marble before the click of the door opened to reveal the monster he feared so much yet loved even more. Eyes greeting his past pink shades. Wanting. Needing.

His lips parted in time with his legs as he leaned back, beckoning his brother with a small smile.  

[caelestisdemon]

Send ‘Would You Kindly’ And A Command And My Muse Has To Obey

@snxwbird​ asked: Would you kindly retire and open a cocktail bar by the beach? 🤍

What. A twitch.

The fuck. Another twitch.

Was he doing HERE!? A vein threatens to explode over the expanse of his forehead at what had just transpired.

He had never meant to be here, in this shabby looking bar besides the beach on some forgettable island on the four blues! And what an embarrassment it was for him to drop everything! His ambitions, his goals, and his status in favor of this? Of course it wasn’t by his own will!

Whoever it was that just told him to give his life up in favor wearing some tacky floral wear was going to endure hell when he found them. And oh he was going to find them, there would be no corner of this world left unturned as he did so too. Nobody took away what was rightfully his, the world would sooner burn before that happened.

[son-of-beast]

@snxwbird​:

Yellow eyes promptly scanned the tall warrior in front of her, even taller than herself in her harpy form, and the hint of a smile settled on her lips. She had heard of that particular mask before. "... I am not." her head tilts slightly to the side, and her tongue darts along her lips as she watches him curiously. "...and who might you be?"

The ‘harpy’ was unfamiliar to him, but he was sure he had heard the likes of her from somewhere... Nothing rang any bells. There was something coldly calculating in that gaze of hers. This woman was of the sinister kind, although her disposition did remind him somewhat of Maria-chan. He’d answer honestly. “...I am Yamato.”

[ikkaku-of-heart]

‘I love your hair’ she says, as she makes beautiful snowflakes that pearl her luscious mane, shiny and mesmerizing like constellations in the dark. She looks straight into her eyes, and a smile curls her lips. ‘You are a very beautiful woman, and I’m not sure the people you associate with tell you often enough’

A rosy blush warmed her cheeks at the compliment from the beautiful harpy. Oh, sure, Ikkaku still had her guard up - this was a woman who had worked for Joker after all - but it was still nice to be admired. “Thanks. Yours is gorgeous, too. Not a lot of people can pull of green like you do.” It really was a stunning juxtaposition in her eyes; the lush, vibrant green of growing things for a woman made of ice and snow. Like spring breaking through the winter.

Clearing her throat a little, she admitted, “Yeah, not really, but I don’t mind too much, so long as they respect my skills. And, well, why would I care about their opinions on my looks? Those kinds of compliments carry a lot more weight when said by fellow beauties.” Ikkaku gave a little wink and a grin. Hey, just because Monet was dangerous didn’t mean she couldn’t flirt. If anything, it added to her appeal.