#a musing mixologist

[rathalascendant-a]

AT THAT QUIP, MARI DEADPANS, and drops her arms, a disgruntled wrinkle of her nose making the scar running across it go jagged. "Right. I expected that." Seconds later and with a heave, she manages to pull herself up enough to continue cutting away at the vine. A fallen bough, hanging by the seams of the wood that made its innards told of a crash landing; she must have been flying from something, presumably. That, or she'd had the rude experience of being plucked into the air by a wild pokemon and dropped.

At least, one could assume that was the case. "Look, I'm fine. It's just a few scrapes. I've gotten out of tangles like this before—ow!" A disadvantage of having fingerless gloves was that her digits were exposed to the unforgiving bark, leaving them prone to splinters and cuts. One such splinter pricked her thumb in the process.

She huffs. "Well, I certainly didn't expect to see you here."

@a-musing-mixologist // continued

[wylkstone]

THE EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE SAYS that he remains unconvinced, but unlike most children who could either be brutally honest (or unwittingly rude,) Nata has the foresight from those small glances surrounding them not to challenge the other.

Quite humorously though, the question proceeds to go over his head. Nata is perceptive; there clearly wasn't any food around. This wasn't a restaurant. But he was still quite unfamiliar with Alolan slang so— "—Oh . . . Well, I like steak!"

Behind him, his aron snorts, staunchly protecting his side.

@a-musing-mixologist // continued

[corrust]

What is an aspect of your muse that you’ve wanted to explore the most?

HIS !!!! BATTLING !!!! SKILLS !!!!

WHY IS IT USUALLY GLOSSED OVER HOW SKILLED OF A BATTLER CORBABE IS !!!!! He takes pride in being a great Pokemon trainer, we see this with how hard he takes losses against the protagonist ( granted I do think this is particularly because the protagonist themselves are a different case in his eyes, he wants to show them how strong he is ), how he loves to send talented Trainers home crying!!! Corbeau isn't Nemona levels of passion in terms of battles, but he really loves them regardless and this is never shown in art or writing. To think something he did for survival back during his days on the streets is a genuine passion for him to this day is really one of my favorite things about this beautiful beautiful babe. <3

[ravarui]

✏️Ok how about for Shanks and *Killer* this time? hehe.

Incorrect Quotes Always Accepting @a-musing-mixologist

Shanks, holding a box of Lunchables: Ah, I loved these when I was your age… fine dining. Killer: Fix yourself.

Shanks: How long do you think it'll take? Killer: I don’t know, three or four. Shanks: Three or four what? Days? Weeks? Months? Killer: Yeah, maybe five. Shanks: Five what?!

Killer: Are you this rude to everyone?! Shanks: Yup. Shanks: Don't think you're special.

[sillygum]

contid' from here @a-musing-mixologist

Was it something on their ship?! Why is this whole crew trying to fight him?

"It was a compliment!" Hands go up to pat the air between them, pout grumbling out his throat at the misunderstanding. "Yer his partner n having that one person, it's important. It's nice that ya get to see under his—" Luffy vaguely gestures around. "You know how he is." Loud, chaotic, rude, all traits Luffy shares with the redhead. "Dunno where he'd be without you." Killer's protective reaction only proves his point and slowly he offers the masked man a easy smile. "Yer like my Zoro so I know yer good. Everyone wishes they had one you guys."

[naviculariis]

@a-musing-mixologist sent...

❛  you have the most perfect tits.  ❜ (Kid for Killer, if you want hehe)

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ㅤ⠀He was wet. No, correction: he was soaked to the bone. The storm had come out of nowhere, soaking the whole damn crew of the Victoria as they scrambled to draw the sails in and tie down every loose item on deck. The waves hadn’t helped, either, with sea water slamming onto the deck as the waves broke against the side of the ship. Poor Heat had almost gone overboard at one point before Killer had grabbed them and yanked them back up top. They were lucky to have made port for the evening, even if it meant walking into the tavern inn like drowned cats. 

ㅤ⠀Head tilted over, Killer wrung out his blonde tresses into the tub, grimacing at just how much rain and sea water had soaked through. A bath, later. Just to manage his hair, if nothing else. Towel acquired, he settled it across his shoulders as he flipped his hair back into place, damp bangs brushed back for the time being. He frowned as thunder rumbled, shaking the inn. This would put a delay on their timing in reaching the next island, but some things-

ㅤ⠀… Wait.

ㅤ⠀❝Come again?❞ He asked, lips tilting into an amused grin as he turned, leaning his hip back against the sink edge. His arms crossed over his chest as he studied Eustass curiously, head tilting to the left. ❝I dunnae, Eus. Have ye seen yerself lately? Could put some hens down in the tavern tae shame!❞ He teased lightly, though his gaze wandered down to his own chest, brows furrowing. Huh. 

ㅤ⠀Shite, maybe Eustass was right. Hands reached, cupping his own chest. He certainly had gained more muscle mass as of late. Nowhere near as much as Eustass, but Eus had always been able to gain muscle mass faster than he did. 

[rathalascendant-a]

"YOU'RE SUCH A WUSS." Granted, by his standards, this wasn't too out of character for Reverto. If experience hadn't been telling enough then plenty of chatter from Navirou alerted her of Reverto's borderline lazy personality. He's a skilled hunter, and a genius at understanding the environment. But boy did you have to push him around for anything to get done.

At his little quip about ice monsties, Mari huffs, disgruntled. "Well, I didn't drag myself all the way out to Lulucion just so I could listen to your bellyaching all day." She retorts.

Mari does, however, stride over to the kitchen cabinets of Reverto's home and raid the icebox in search of his beloved 'ice crystals.' When her search indeed turns up naught, she plucks open one of the cabinets on the wall—and is greeted by the potent stench of odorous mushrooms. "Ugh! Dude! What the fuck—" Mari slams the cabinet doors shut. Honestly, she's surprised at herself for not expecting that. "What kind of mushrooms are those?! Are you keeping rotten mushrooms in your house?"

Then, planting her hands on her hips, Mari deadpans at the blonde. "Now I see why the housekeepurrs hate their job."

@a-musing-mixologist - continued

[velvet-voiced]

“you don't strike me as the sort of person people forget.” @windsofalola

growing closer. @a-musing-mixologist | @windsofalola

"I should hope not. I hardly consider myself boring. Have a seat with me, and we shall discuss the vast knowledge of this world..."

A hum followed.

"Not only this world, but space as well. There are truly no limits for what we may learn. I can hope one such as yourself would not agree with us ever holding back. There is no Emergency Exit in the name of progress."

Spinel feels a need to mock Guzma here, but he withholds it for now. Perhaps, for once, they can have a more civil conversation. Their arguments often end with him also face down in the dirt, and he would enjoy otherwise today.

"Because, you're also someone who I feel shall never forget. As much as I wish otherwise."

"So, perhaps you should humour me. Knowledge is too be shared, and I have yet to learn the tales you have to tell. I'm willing to bet that you have some interesting stories."