#postmortemlullabies

[thunderbreathe]

@post-mortem-lullabies

Oh, thanks Mr Clock

"not you too...." he's just going to go and find a hole to bury himself in. he will never talk about inosuke ever again.

[gunbreathe-a]

@post-mortem-lullabies asked:

-opens a jar of various cookies to see if it will summon a certain someone-

he has arrived for said cookies.

[brcidablik]

@post-mortem-lullabies liked for a small starter

"What?" His hand fell to his swords, stopping mid-stride, his visible slide back.

[seaoftales]

❝ The world's already harsh enough on women, and especially those who take to the waves. It will sneer at you, beat you down, call you less than nothing. But sometimes, that cruelty forges us sharper than steel… Have you felt that yet? ❞

@post-mortem-lullabies ♥'d for muse roulette and got Rouge!

[everdaring]

@post-mortem-lullabies said: ❛ you look like you could use a hand with that. ❜

Her gaze shoots up from the hogtied human shape at her feet, towards the source of the voice. Damn it. A curious passer-by getting a little too nosey? She would have hoped no one would notice her in the narrow side alley anyway...

So much for that.

The tension leaves her body a little, as she notices something... familiar about the other. A scent? No, not exactly. Perhaps simply a way the stranger carried themselves, something about their presence, their appearance...?

A child of the sea; in one way or another. A familiar state of existence. A being similar to her.

And so, still frowning, the mermaid tilts her head, beholding the stranger.

The man at her feet lets out a sound and she is quick to silence him with a nudge of her foot.

" Got a little too pushy, this one, " she remarks with a shrug. She obviously had to teach him a lesson.

" Now, you will not go running off to the Marines about this, surely? " the Spark chirps, her voice sweet as honey, though a vague threat can be detected within.

first meeting sentence starters

[muselexum]

@post-mortem-lullabies​​ sent: [ TOUCH ] for sender to trace one of receiver’s scars // whom? dunno, whoever would even allow Emil to touch their scars

scar related prompts -> [meme]

Rare was it for his back to see the light of day anymore. Where once his mark of pride was displayed proudly, now marred and scarred skin replaced it. What was it that caused him to cover it up? Shame? Guilt? He knew that his family would shake him by the shoulders until he was dizzy if he carried those feelings, but they still hung over his head nonetheless.

He was drying his hair with a towel when he felt the curious fingers on his back, Ace stilling for a moment before he let the small towel fall to rest on his shoulders. 

He walked away from the river, heading closer to where he had set up a fire for the evening. He sat on a log, eyes focused on the flames in front of him. “S’all just proof that you’re still alive.” He commented, keeping his tone matter of fact. That’s right, it was just a reminder that he was still here. 

[mediicusvitae]

@trafalgar-bleedingheart-law​​ replied to x; *offended brother noises*

“I’m sorry, Onii-sama! The sea is calling me and it’s saying ‘nya~‘!”

@post-mortem-lullabies​​ replied to x; -hands Bor to Lamy-

“Your talons cannot compare to soft bean paws, Bor!” 

@ikkaku-of-heart​​ replied to x; *grabs by the scruff of her neck* "Lamy, no! We have minks at home!"

“Let me go, Ikkaku! Our mink doesn’t play with yarn balls and gets entangled in them in the most adorable manner!“

[sarcasticmercy]

postmortemlullabies replied:

Emil held up her knives. "Wanna test if the theory check out in practice before you go out into an actual fight?"

       Law snorted, ran a hand through his hair. “Considering I can count the number of people I’d entrust my organs to on one hand, it’d probably never happen regardless.”