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[muusae-a]

🔥 ~ Cereal is a soup. XD I had too, just let them opinions sooooar )

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

Bonus points if you include a topic. ( IE. shipping, roleplaying, ect. )

Considering cold soups are a thing, yest. Cereal is a soup. No, I am not saying that to be controversial. Not at all.

[muusae-a]

      @eviscxration​

      Winter. The most wonderful time of the year.

      Though much had changed since they were children, much remained the same. The seasons came and went, spring warming into summer, which faded into autumn. Then, in a blast of frigid air and blinding snow flurries, winter arrived, turning the streets into a glittering wonderland of white. Icicles hung from the eaves of snow-burdened rooves, reflecting the vibrant, colorful lights adorning the frosted windows.

      Sylvia held her cup closer to her face and breathed deeply, inhaling the sweet warmth of her hot chocolate. She loved winter. There was an unearthly beauty to the way the world seemed to shift from the dull monotony of modern life into a fanciful realm of impossibility; a grassy field a sparkling sea of white. A forest of vibrant conifers blanketed with powdery snow as the drifts piled ever higher beneath their trunks. Even the most bleak and dreary of places seemed to come alive, exuding an air of otherworldly charm that could only be described as magical.

      The distant jingle of sleigh bells and the drone of various seasonal songs echoed through the streets, a noticeable but pleasant drone beneath the general bustle of the evening. Boughs of holly hung from every door and brightly colored garland embellished with gleaming ornaments spiraled the length of the old, ornate lamp posts that lined the streets. Further down the way, just visible through a narrow gap between two larger buildings, the star of the massive Christmas tree, erected in the central plaza, shone. It was not the markets she often visited as a child, but the city captured the essence of the season all the same.

      ❝ Hey, Law? You think there’s still a bakery open around here? I’m dying for cookies. Real cookies, I mean. Not that grocery-store bakery crap that just tastes like flour and old butter. ❞

[muusae-a]

Finding her at the bar he huffed out and made his way to her. "You're done-" he gripped her shoulders in an attempt to steer her out of the place. / following an argument, modern or Canon @ Tesla

@eviscxration

      She suspected sooner or later it would happen; it seemed to be an increasingly common occurrence these days. Aboard the ship, she could understand, but while they were docked? She couldn't help but roll her eyes, her grip tightening on her bottle.

      ❝  Really? This again? Am I not allowed to have fun around here? What are you, my fucking mother?  ❞

[muusae-a]

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury ++~ @ Tesla

word prompts compilation | @eviscxration​

      ❝ You know, you make a lot of stupid ass decisions, but this is, by far, the dumbest fucking thing you’ve thought of. ❞

      If he didn’t realize that before, he would once she’d finished. Even after being part of a crew captained by a doctor, her knowledge of such matters hardly extended past slapping a Band-Aid on a papercut. Tesla did not “fix” things. She didn’t treat injuries; she created them. Surely, he knew this wasn’t going to go well.

      God, she didn’t even know where to start. It wasn’t as simple as wrapping the stupid bandage around the wound, there was at least one - or was it three? - steps before that. What they were, she couldn’t remember, nor did she care. It wasn’t fatal and it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle himself.

       ❝ Fuck it. I’ll save myself the bitching. You’re a doctor. Do it yourself. I’ll watch and learn nothing, like always. ❞  

      With that, she tossed the roll of bandages at his face.

[tenyxshx-a]

➸ @eviscxration​:

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.” a grunt passed through his lips as he rustled within his medical bag looking for a specific medcial tool. 

“I’m flattered,” before he could continue, a fit of coughing quickly silenced him. Doflamingo hated being sick (memories of a beautiful woman flashing by), loathed being seen sick and absolutely detested being dependent of someone to help him with it. If possible, Doflamingo would just try to go on with life like any other day, ignoring his entire body screaming at him to rest. With Law around, that seemed pretty impossible.

“I’m fine Law, let me get back to work.”

[beastyhound]

7. Loopy with lack of sleep.~ From @Eviscxration =3

Send A Number To Find My Muse… ( @eviscxration )

7. Loopy with lack of sleep. // Not accepting.

A big annoyance, no peace for the surgeon, the Hound had no knowledge of personal space. His body slowly leaned closer, and closer till his heavyweight started to pin down the shorter male. Ears drooped in a sleepy manner as Michi let the rest of his body weight press down against the surgeon. It should be enough to force the man to a laydown position, either way, the warm body of the Hound had no motivation to move.

“Aaa... A warm meaty mattress...” He muttered out and nuzzled against the spot between Law’s neck and shoulder. A docile Hound, from the first look, but an unknowing individual had no idea he would still have the strength to act if someone got on his nerves. With his mouth close to a vulnerable spot, he had no problems clinging onto the surgeon with his teeth if Law attempted to move away from him.

Maybe he should relax finally and let himself fall asleep for proper sleep and not be stuck with a few hours of naps throughout the day. What had caused his lack of sleep? Nightmares, mostly, but nobody needed to know about those.

[viciousbite]

Despite the phantom pains which seemed to quake within a now empty socket where his eye once was, the surgeon shuffled his way over to the other man. They had been trapped for months... but the only sanity which remained was due to them having eachother. Arms slipped around his frame, pulling him close. "I'll find a way to get us out..." he whispered softly against the top of his head. // @Penguin Absolute Nightmare ~

@eviscxration

Shaking breaths, body pressed uncomfortably against the wall and dry blooded bandages wrapped around his body. Penguin, never been feeling worse in his entire life, before he ended up in a hell of a prison. The only comfort that he had, was his Captain. Although, he wished his Captain had stayed safe and away from the torture. That wish had simply been easily crushed some time back and here they were, together, hoping for a chance to escape.

Pale eyes shifted from the floor to his Captain, the touch around his body warm, the pain from his cuts and bruises forgotten. He sighed heavily as his body automatically leaned against the Surgeon. His remained right hands fingers pressed softly against the man’s back while his stub of a left arm remained hanging against his own side.

“I know...” Penguin started as his head leaned down to rest against Law’s shoulder. “They are smart, but... everyone makes mistakes and if you ever get a chance to escape, please, don’t hesitate to leave me behind.” He had hope, to get out too, but even that hope had begun to fade within all the months he had been stuck here. 

His body had gone weaker, he barely had any muscle left to fight and if they got a chance to escape, Penguin felt like he would slow his Captain back. Even at this moment, his stomach growled for food and his lips were chipped and dry due to lack of water. Not to mention the blood loss and wounds that weighed heavy on his body. Not that Law was in any better condition to move.

[viciousbite]

=( *sends all the good and healing vibes your way* Feel better!! ))

//Thank you <3 I’m slowly getting better. At least I’m better than yesterday so that’s progress.