#fixatiixn

[akagamiko]

@fixatiixn said: "I just followed my nose, that's all," Sal replied, looking around briefly before his gaze lifted up to settle on Shanks once again, but a bit of a grin was beginning to curl onto his features. "All the other places were packed for some strange reason and yet around here, it's just you all..." // Here ya go. uwu

// unprompted -- always accepting.

“You must have quite the nose then,” he muses, though the words come out sounding rather unimpressed, eyes drifting away from the young man in front of him, to his crew. They had quieted down, just a notch, from their usual roar in order to survey the newcomer that had approached him. A change that would hardly be noticable 

Benn catches his eye, his first mate hardly having looked up from his own drink, but even from across the bar Shanks sees the gears behind his eyes turning, no doubt placing a name with the face of the younger man. Shanks raises his eyebrows with a soft hum, a smile all his own draws at the corner of his mouth. "Strange," he repeats. "You are the only one who’s come in and hasn’t gone right back out that door.” 

With a small shake of his head, Shanks reaches for the drink on the counter and takes a sip. It was a shame, really, that the locals here seemed so easily spooked by the presence of a yonko and his crew. 

“Now, does this stop have a purpose beyond finding a spot to drink?”

[gildecura]

@fixatiixn​ said:

"i’ll tell you what it is, some fucking weird shit."

      A high pitched giggle, it resembled a bird’s chittering more than any human laugh. The purple splotches of his forehead, diseased and like cysts, pulsated and seemed alive separately from Reiki himself. A plague upon himself--was as humanity had always been. Toxicity in it’s endearment...People found it so apt to try to be more human, or be the top human. Whatever it may be, he found it so pathetically hilarious!~ Thus his laughter continued, no restraint in his bird-like chittering and chirping.

      Especially with the reaction to his creation--no his cure, his fix of some random person who had crossed his path hours ago. They hag begun to shift and change, as that humanity slipped from them. As it was cured... Mmm, that scent as it fleeted from his nostrils and he was blessed by the flower and air around him, how pleasant and perfect. A perfect world would be one where that humanity stench was extinguished. And how much work for one surgeon to do! 

      “ Hmmmmm....... As weird as any other change~ this one simply is more outward, more be-a-u-tiful! Ti Ti Ti! Yes, beau-ti-ful! ”

      Reiki’s tongue clicked against both roof of his mouth as well as his teeth. All so cleverly hidden beneath the grey mask, while dots so curved upward to form that eternal smile!~ For he was joyous to be doing the world it’s dues. As the beast continued to emerge from the human shell in front of them, Reiki turned to his unwelcome company. He narrowed golden-yellow eyes before letting out another--more stable--laugh.

      “ I think you’d do better like this one too...Cured and devoid of that disgusting musk. Do you want me to cure you too? ”

[viciousbite]

@fixatiixn​ said: While he doesn't know that it's Michi's birthday nor does he have a gift prepared for him, Sal saunters over to the Hound and leans on him quite comfortably regardless of what punishment he may or may not receive. "How's it going, Captain?" / It's Michi's Birthday ! \o/

Personal space invaded, Michi’s eyes shifted downwards at the silver head. He shouldn’t whine, he was the one to invade people’s personal bubbles all the time. Sal didn’t seem to have bad intentions, so Michi relax to the closeness and his hand reached upwards and behind the male’s back. Tanned fingers played into the silver ponytail, passing through strands of hair and his face leaned towards the male to lightly nuzzle into the top of his head. He seemed to be acting nice for the time being.

“Asking me how I am? Are you worried I might be having a bad day?” Question answered with questions. The Hound let out a silent growl and he gave a light tug on the man’s hair. Perfect length of hair to pull on if he wanted to. “People only gave me unnecessary gifts, too bad non of them included any meaty food.” He didn’t particularly care for the gifts, and found it odd whenever someone did. He wasn’t bothered about Sal not giving him anything either, over all the years together, Michi only thought as having loyal crewmates as a good enough gift to have.

“Unless you want to become my meaty food for the day, I wouldn’t mind it.” Michi teased and blew hot air at the side of Sal’s face. Only messing around, he wasn’t going to eat the male, too useful.

[redlips-blooddrops-deux]

🌙 // since we're mutuals, I thought I'd send something! uwu

🌙- Go for a Walk in the Park During the Night!

“You are quite a peculiar man you know that ? “ she adds with a silent snicker while walking next to him, enjoying the crispy night air. Sometimes a simple walk in a park can be quite enjoyable, especially since there aren't that many people to irritate her. Yet, whenever this particular man would approach her, she felt as if she needed to be on guard. 

Her high heels made sounds each time she took a step forward, click, click. Humming a tune, with her hands inside the pocket of her coat, she glances at his profile curiosly. There was really something odd about him,  she was wondering what was his actual agenda behind an invite like this. 

“I do enjoy nighttime, to be honest, it's rather....peaceful wouldn't you agree?”

[sxlverswan]

“ do you taste as good as you smell ? “ 

♡ ♡ ♡  salvatore  —  @fixatiixn

❝ So I have been told... ❞ At length, Morgan replied, with a furrowed brow and not a drop of gaiety in her tone, words wrapped in caution.

She had heard many a pick-up line, yet she could not recall a single one that sounded as creepy as the most recent. For one, it would never be comfortable to have a complete stranger or a casual acquaintance commenting on how she smelled, even when the mixed scent of vanilla and jasmine she poured as an oil onto her skin every day invited praise. It must be an intimate thing, or so it felt, to comment on one’s smell.

Furthermore, there was something wrong with the man’s observation — it was the way in which he said it, as women so often observe, — it felt venomous, the toxin hovering in there; his malice palpable and polluting.

Was it sapient to entertain such devious flattery? Decidedly not. Morgan enjoyed flirting, she did, with class and subtlety and a bit of sass to confuse the mind of what man had mistaken her apparent quietness of mind for a meek demeanour, the maelstrom in her heart unbeknownst to the poor fool.

But with this man she would not play games of sultriness. Were she to describe his particular smell, Morgan would say he reeked of rotten gallantry. To incentivise him, it would be to come by a confrontation bigger than that which she could wager. The uproar was only so strong and there was much to lose should he have things his way.

With quicks wits, Morgan decided to keep herself distant, away from his hostile reach. Unless the man happened to prove his uprightness to her, but that would demand no small amount of time plus a Herculean effort, for Morgan had just decided she did not trust this character and that was dogma.

The moment was now gone. As if bored or simply displeased with the man’s looks — unimpressive they were — Morgan focused on sipping the drink he had interrupted, doing her best to remain invisible.

She had chosen self-preservation over boldness. She would not be sad or jealous if the dubious fellow chose another target to make his sexual advances on; in fact, she would feel relieved, as though she had escaped the beast by a hair’s breadth.

And then she would feel remorseful and worried, and attentive to her surroundings, should he, verily, select another woman to flirt with, in which case she’d bid inertia adieu and put herself in the spotlight once more in order to rescue a damsel in distress.

flirty sentence starters

[viciousbite]

@fixatiixn​ said: ‘a moment of weakness’ / michi.

A ‘a moment of weakness’ Meme

4. My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.

Staggering steps entered the deck of the ship, the raven head barely managed to stay up right while muttering silent curses at himself. Michi reeked of alcohol, his form human without any of his fancy canine features. The state he was in made it difficult to focus and he didn’t want to gain too much attention when he had been on his way to the ship. The first person he noticed was Sal, hanging on the deck, doing who knows what, Michi’s brain too distracted to care. Sal, Sal... His brain repeated in his head.

“Aaa... You...” He mumbled and pointed a tanned finger at the male. “Come... here.” He gestured a waving motion to himself, but less  patience when he was drunk, he approached the silver-head instead. His expression unreadable, slight flush of pink covered his cheeks from the effects of the alcohol he had consumed at the nearby bar. 

His arms soon reached towards Sal and surprisingly for anyone that knew the Hound, he wrapped them around the male in a squeezing hold, if the male didn’t run away from him. “Sallyyy...” He nearly whined, his face nuzzled into the man’s shoulder, and in the mix of strange sweetness, he growled and then calmed down again. “Such a --- gooood...” He mumbled incoherently. “...boy... staying around... “ He paused and squeezed the man’s form harder before loosening the hold again, his body weight pressed upon him as if he couldn’t stand up by himself anymore. “...so long... with a shitty old me.” He finished with a quiet voice.

So very affection seeking and saying words that he might not normally say. “ Good good...” He murmured as his hand patted at Sal’s upper back.

[penguin-of-the-heart]

Tonight, Sal had been in the mood to people watch from the bar and so, he'd picked his bar of choice, ordered a drink, and proceeded to look for someone interesting after growing bored of people watching. The guy who gaze had eventually landed on was decent--with nice body in his body suit as far as Sal was concerned. He had nice hands, and so, Sal left his barely touched mug behind and took the empty seat next to Penguin. "That's an interesting hat you're wearing," Sal spoke up, glancing at the cute little penguin. / :3

Penguin could feel the eyes on him, checking him out, watching. It sent shivers down his spine to say the least, yet he planned to ignore it. Getting stared at was nothing new for the pirate, call it an occupation hazard, neither was getting approached while out. So when the man who had been looking at him actually made his way over? Well Penguin was less than surprised. He barely spared a glance to the stranger, only looking long enough to get a feel for the man. He didn't seem like he was there for a fight at least. Giving a slight smile the Heart pirate turned just a bit in his seat to get a better look at the man. “Yeah? Ill take that as a compliment. Though I'm sure you didn't just come over to speak about my hat.”

[ikkaku-of-heart]

What's wrong? You seem nervous, Lady I Saw Across the Street. Too forward for you? / 0:3

Lips pursing at the man’s comment, she debated how to answer. Her gut told her this man was dangerous, and while she liked dangerous guys, this one was harder to get a read on.

So she decided to play coy, even daintily twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “Mmm, I like forward, but usually I’ve got a name to go with the face, Man I Saw Leaning Against the Wall. After all, we live in an age of piracy. For all I know you’re some nasty, evil man lookin’ to do me harm, and not in the fun way.”

Letting go of her curls, she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “So how about we get that little road block out of the way, hmm? I’m Ikkaku of the Heart Pirates. Care to give me your name, stranger? Then maybe I’ll be a bit more receptive to your come-ons.”