@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.
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@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.
@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.
@post-mortem-lullabies liked for a small starter
"What?" His hand fell to his swords, stopping mid-stride, his visible slide back.
❝ 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!
@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.
@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!“
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.”
@postmortemlullabies • Seated on a grass in a park and humming a slow but carefree melody, Emil rubbed her hands, warming up her cold fingers at least a bit before taking this man's hand. She hooked her pinkies around his thumb and pinky and fanned out his palm to slide her thumbs down from his wrist.
❝ Oh, you’re really good at this!! ❞ JIJI smiled and carefully observed her hands in action. He would surely remember how she did it for his peers. ❝ Thank you very much! My hands have been feeling sore from paperwork for a while, you’ve been really helpful. Let me repay you properly! ❞