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|| Hey everyone! So I have decided to lump my OP blogs together. I'll be moving Sunni to a sideblog on Marco's blog. So if you're still interested in interacting please follow me there @sunkxsscd ! I should already be following just about everyone on Marco's blog but if not I'll of course follow back on there!

I only have a few things left in my queue here I'll let run it out and then I'll reblog this a few more times as well and keep checking in case any replies I receive aren't lost.

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|| Hey everyone! So I have decided to lump my OP blogs together. I'll be moving Sunni to a sideblog on Marco's blog. So if you're still interested in interacting please follow me there @sunkxsscd ! I should already be following just about everyone on Marco's blog but if not I'll of course follow back on there!

I only have a few things left in my queue here I'll let run it out and then I'll reblog this a few more times as well and keep checking in case any replies I receive aren't lost.

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Glazed eyes shifted, flicked to peer at the newcomer without recognizing the finely dressed man was more than just a figment of her imagination. The bright green irises drifted back to the rolling waves across the way, spying a buoy off in the distance that undulated with the water's steady breathing -- up and down up and down the water rolled beneath its bobbing body. She began to come out of her trance when a sweet wave with a subtle smoky scent from the ovens rolled over the shop. The baking cupcakes weren't burnt yet, but if they remained much longer there'd be no salvaging them. Thankfully, the blond patron was familiar with the smell and had not qualms with voicing his concern, fully breaking Sunni of her spell.

"Oh...OH! My cupcakes!" She gasped, dashing the length of the counter and into the kitchen. Her disappearance was only for a moment as she rescued the baked goods from a miserably burnt demise. Typically, she'd sell them at a discounted price for not being the best she could do but they were test flavors so they'd be given away for free for honest feedback. They were left to cool until she could add the icing as she walked back out of the kitchen to thank the patron.

"I can't thank you enough for that! And I'm so sorry I didn't greet you sooner!" A pink tinge colored her cheeks as she offered an apologetic smile. "I don't normally zone out that bad...but enough excused. How may I help you?" Her eyes widened slightly, her brows raised, and her shy smile widened to a full grin, teeth glinting in the warm light.

ㅤㅤWith the short bursts in which their entourage rolls into town, Sanji often finds himself immersed in preparations, his time somewhat limited in the midst of taking on more responsibility with each new location - while the title of sous chef remains frustratingly out of reach ( pour l'instant ), he has something to prove to himself as opposed to others, elements of a new experimental menu on the blond's mind as he seeks inspiration from alternative establishments. Some would opt to venture into the murky depths and the high-rise of the city to decidedly pilfer observe what was up-and-coming in an area, but the man had a preferences for quainter settings, those that had a more leisurely and ultimately intimate vibe to them.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe fun sign that hangs with the vibrantly etched pun garners a small smile as a light blue bicycle zips past and promptly doubles back, a chain locking it in place while excitedly taking in the morsels on display - one could say that it was a little cliché for such a theme to be brazenly used by the coast, but there's a certain element to it all that appeals to the cook ( une qualité charmante ), a few moments dedicated to admiring the detail from outside before venturing through the door. While he clocks onto the blonde tresses, Sanji pays the other's distracted demeanour no mind, slow footsteps seeing the man quietly observing the rest of the wares and the small pieces of card that denote their ingredients and cost. Taking a deep breath to allow for the comforting scent of the baking to consume him, a deepened furrow of his brow coincides with him halting mid-breath, taking in a depth of caramelisation that's a tinge too acrid.

ㅤㅤFingertips lightly drum at the counter, stance swaying to one side in a bid to gain the other's attention. "One more minute and that batch is going to burn..."

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Honestly, she didn't know what to expect. She had met him without recognizing him or knowing his name and face and he'd only been kind. His first impression wasn't one that struck fear in her heart or led her to believe he was capable of doing anything nefarious and was in fact, the exact opposite. He had a good vibe and friendly and while the thought of sticking around a pirate with such a high profile was a bit unnerving she couldn't help but want to know more about him and who he truly was.

"Pirates go on vacation?" The tension in her shoulders began to ebb away as she mentally calmed her nerves. If he was going to do anything then he would have already. When he asked if she was going to attack him, she let out a strangled laugh, eyes widening in disbelief as her hand came to cover her mouth to keep from laughing again.

"You must be out of your mind. I'm ambitious but I'm not suicidal! You'd burn me to a crisp before I could even take a step." Her posture continued to relax as she grew comfortable. Sunni straightened up a bit, her eyes softening before crinkling at the corners as her large smile pushed her cheeks up. The rumors about him being ruthless were swiftly pushed to the back of her mind and a new reputation began to grow. "I guess we'll have to find a different kind of fun if you're interested."

OUCH.  now  that  hurt  to  hear.  her  reaction  wasn't  one  that  ace  was  not  used  to  seeing.  usually  people  as  soon  as  they  heard  his  name  looked  away  in  fear.  every  bounty  hunter  sailed  thousands  of  nautical  miles  to  get  his  head  and  bring  it  in  full  triumph  for  the  prize  that  was  on  his  wanted  poster.  ace  was  just  like  his  fire  -  wild,  unpredictable  and  destructive.  on  top  of  carrying  the  title  of  a  whitebeard  fleet  commander.  in  towns,  people  wouldn't  dare  to  look  at  his  direction,  so  the  surprise  and  borderline  anxiety  which  washed  over  her  expression  was  just  one  of  many  reactions  ace  had  his  chance  to  witness.  ❝  now,  c'mon.  what  did'ya  expect  ?  a  big  bad  pirate  to  cuff  ya'  and  steal  yer  goods  ?  ❞  the  smirk  that  was  on  his  poster,  this  time  also  hovered  on  his  lips.  his  brow  raised  curiously,  followed  by  a  small  chuckle  and  a  shook  of  the  raven  -  black  hair.

❝  no  need  to  shake  yer'  pants,  señorita.  i  am  on  vacation,  kinda.  ❞  his  carefree  demanor  was  evident  in  his  words.  despite  such  situation,  ace  still  carried  himself  high  and  mighty  in  his  own,  special  way  that  came  across  as  silly  sometimes.  he  couldn't  quite  call  it  a  vacation,  but  he  had  no  reason  to  hurt  her  either.  in  fact,  she  was  a  rather  nice  talk  to  him.  ❝  so  now  what,  since  y'know  my  price  you  gonna  pull  out  a  knife  and  try  to  attack  me  ?  i  was  counting  on  some  fun  time  with  ya'  sunni.  yer'  a  nice  person.  ❞  ace's  smirk  shifted  into  a  warm  smile.  filled  with  the  pirate's  natural  kindness.  it  was  not  fitting  to  his  grown  -  up  face  and  stubbled  features.  he  hoped  this  reveal  wouldn't  be  the  case  to  spoil  such  a  fun  time  in  his  opinion.

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It was a simple statement but had such a powerful blow that Sunni couldn't help but bring a hand to rest of her heart, fingers digging into her top. There was little she could do to help when it came to taking down Big Mom and rescuing her friend from her nefarious plots. But maybe they could think through another plan. The emperor had numerous kids and it'd be impossible for an outsider to know every one of their face's. At least with the younger ones.

"Then bringing her down would be the only answer?" She inquired. There was always change they could find a way to lock her up but then her most loyal offspring would do everything in their power to break her free once more. Sunni fell silent, trying to think of what Pudding could do.

"I mean...we could always just kill the guy you're supposed to marry or maybe find a way to convince them not to?" She suggested. Or would that only infuriate her more? What she didn't want to happen was for Pudding to come under fire if the marriages fell through.

warning immediately sets pudding into a tamer demeanour, not really guilty for her thoughts but being aware of the fact that she should know better. her siblings might not say such thoughts out loud, but pudding is more than sure that it crossed their minds too at some point. "everything is so wrong." she comments eventually - statement as cryptic as ever, yet it holds so much meaning; pudding can't help but wonder if her mother can see it too, how an idea that was supposed to mean well has turned into a living nightmare for everyone involved.

suggestion prompts a sad smile on pudding's face. how carefully crafted this plan should be to work. "i'm not sure that could happen without someone else having to pay for it." what she's seen when lola left totto land still burns at the back of her mind - the way chiffon was mistreated and nobody did anything to make it stop. "i'm afraid that even my apparent death could be enough for mother to get really mad again." there's nothing else to do but enjoy the little moments of light in between the dark ones. "my hands are tied."

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|| Hey everyone! So I have decided to lump my OP blogs together. I'll be moving Sunni to a sideblog on Marco's blog. So if you're still interested in interacting please follow me there @sunkxsscd ! I should already be following just about everyone on Marco's blog but if not I'll of course follow back on there!

I only have a few things left in my queue here I'll let run it out and then I'll reblog this a few more times as well and keep checking in case any replies I receive aren't lost.

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|| Hey everyone! So I have decided to lump my OP blogs together. I'll be moving Sunni to a sideblog on Marco's blog. So if you're still interested in interacting please follow me there @sunkxsscd ! I should already be following just about everyone on Marco's blog but if not I'll of course follow back on there!

I only have a few things left in my queue here I'll let run it out and then I'll reblog this a few more times as well and keep checking in case any replies I receive aren't lost.

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She hesitated in moving anymore. The mermaid still needed her help but she also worried might happen if she got back in the water with some of the rope still tangled around. There was a chance her fins could be damaged but she knew if she didn't comply then she'd never gain her trust. Another brief moment passed before Sunni finally nodded in agreement. Ultimately, assisting Nyssa would be the best thing.

"Ok, I'll help you get back in," the blond promised. It wasn't like she had any plans to keep her around and it sounded as if the fight was inching closer to them. Some of the whalers might've seen she was trying to free their prize.

"I can get your shoulder back into place and get you back in the water. Then maybe I can jump in and help you wriggle out the rest?" She suggested. "At least then you'd be in your element so if you don't feel like you can trust me you can swim off and never be seen again." Slowly, she started to approach her.

The mermaid's eyes narrowed at the female as she did not know if she could be trusted or not. It was rare for people especially humans to see or even be raised by them. However, the female knew her choices were limited by whom she could trust. She did not care that her shoulder was out of place as the female wanted to get back into the water to check on the pod of whales. "If that's true then I want to be thrown back into the water now." Nyssa's tone was ice cold and venomous as she was not willing to negotiate or anything else for this human woman.

If she wanted any trust from this merfok then she needed to do what she wanted. Her light blue tail swished around similar to a cat's tail when it was annoyed. This was the closest the bluenette would be willing to let someone near her, but she could hear the fighting nearby as everyone was distracted. This was the perfect which she could use to make her escape, but she needed help over the railing due to her bad arm.

Huffing and puffing out her chest from a mixture of pain and anger, the mermaid was slowly trying to pull herself closer to the side of the deck to the railing inching herself away from the blonde. She was waiting for the agreement to her terms before she would let the human near without putting up a fight. Her blue eyes narrowed as the seconds passed and she did not stop inching towards the edge slowly, but surely.

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"Your Majesty would probably earn more respect," she replied. Of course, she'd have to be careful not to appear snarky or condescending. A slight shift in tone would turn a title into a mocking name, and she was here to elevate and protect him not give his men any reason to question his authority. Slowly, she stopped running her fingers through his hair, instead moving to twirl a few blue strands around her fingers.

Sunni shifted as his hand glided up her arm, making herself more comfortable against him. It didn't disgust her and truthfully, brought her some comfort. Perhaps this would be beneficial for both of them.

"It depends. Baking is probably my favorite thing to do. It's enjoyable to create something that can be enjoyed by others and then I enjoy painting as well," Sunni went quiet for a moment, thinking of what else. It was all the typical "girlie" stuff of dancing, reading, shopping for clothes. She didn't think she was all that interesting. At least once her profession was out of the way.

"I used to do aerial dancing for a bit. That was fun and I feel like it'd be useful to help me remain integrated with your crew. You've got acrobatics so I can use some of those skills to work with them. What about you? What will I be looking forward to when you're not doing business?"

Oh. He shudders with pleasure when he feels her nails on his scalp. Don’t show that you enjoy it, you idiot. She’s pushing all the right buttons and he hates how easy he is. Sunni could add some praise to it and he would be gone, but this time he’s saved. He has to remain calm and collected. He’s an Emperor, for fuck’s sake, even if he’s fake to the core.

So he lets her see none of it on his face, instead accepting the caress as something he takes for granted. Truth be told, he’d simply love to be called Buggy. Some affection in that sound. That’s all he can ask for, but she should remind people of his status at all times. Playing a bimbo will surely take a toll on her patience, but the intellectual game she’ll have to take part in during their outings has to make up for the lack of brain activity in behaviour.

Buggy slides his hand up her arm, looking up at her. Certainly nice to look at. She’ll elevate him in the eyes of the people.

“Call me Emperor, or Emperor Buggy, or Your Majesty. Whatever you feel like,” and he gives her an awkward smile. He knows exactly how much empty sound there is in these titles, but he the show must go on.

"So... What do you do in your free time?"

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If it was large enough to have a crew living on it then she imagined it had to be somewhat comfortable, even if the crew wasn't particularly large. Tempers were likely to flare if it were too cramped for a suitable life and each member would have to learn to adjust to the unusual sounds that were heard outside the hull or even within. It was an adventure in itself in her mind. There would be no wind or warmth of the sun but how many could claim they could remain beneath the surface for days?

"Is it one of a kind or are there others?" She inquired, fully committed to the idea of an underwater ship now. Her pace quickened a bit as she glanced over her shoulder, searching the crowd of people scurrying around. They may actually get away but that didn't mean they were in the clear. If someone was willing to shoot at them in the open then they were being hunted and their hunter or hunters wouldn't give up so easily.

"I don't mind having a chaperone. Especially because I am still kind of a stranger. But I appreciate all that you're doing," she turned to look at him. "I'll repay you in whatever way I can."

reputation aren't something one should give too much thought in but so are first impressions. how often were battles lost because one misjudged their opponents, taking their strength by appearance or what they heard of them? trafalgar tries to have an open mind but it is not always easy, specially if caught in a situation that does not necessarily require it.

"it's not the largest but big enough to be home for my crew. it can float like any other ship but we usually prefer staying underneath the surface." trafalgar is sude, he does no have to explain the benefits of such to her. they could ignore bad weather much easier, reach places unable to reach for normal ships and move fairly unnoticed.

"there are mainly smaller windows to offer some light, especially if we do sail but there is one large one in the engine room." one four teenagers had been begging to have added a very long time ago, when the inventor huffed about a bunch of 'children' deciding to become pirates but asking for a few. "it's a fragile room so, you'll have to ask one of my crew to go with you, if you want to look."

it's all safety measures, as many benefits as there are, it comes with plenty of dangerous.

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WHAT EMOTION ARE YOU?

Denial.

Your denial is like a thick fog, obscuring your view and making it difficult to see the truth. It is a comfortable lie, a way to avoid the harsh reality of your situation. It is like a cloud that hangs over your head, a veil that hides your true feelings from yourself and the world. Poor soul, you can’t even look into the mirror without denying reality. It’s not your fault- you can blame everyone else. When you’re done, you’ll see what you truly desire.

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The beauty of an older home was the personality it developed after several years and decades of life. Families came and went, leaving their marks and a piece of who they were. While it had been infested with pests when she first arrived a little bit of care and time dedicated to the home's health had it feeling more comforting and welcoming. Even when it creaked and groaned in the middle of the night, whispering in a language only old architecture could she felt at ease.

And when items went missing or appeared somewhere else? Another occupant may be living in the home with her and since they hadn't been malicious she felt no need to do anything about it. A little fun never hurt anyone.

It'd been quiet in the home for a few days when the marching ants made their presence known. Small black specks scurried along the walls, increasing in numbers the closer to the attic she got. Armed with a can of bug repellent, Sunni walked up the old steps, each one groaning beneath her weight and murmuring some unknown warning.

A gust of cool air drafted in, chilling her even before she reached the top step. Sunni shivered and rubbed her arms before pausing when she reached the landing, spotting the cracked window, invading vine, and a stranger. The ability to speak left her as she wondered how such a pallid man had gotten into her home unnoticed and how long he'd been there.

There is no such thing as an uninhabited house. Something will always find its way in, all empty spaces get filled. With rats, worms, flies. Ghosts. The nastiness of those depends on whether you are squeamish or not. You may be okay with one thing while others will shriek blue murder. Betelgeuse knows his new tenant is not squeamish. She rids the place of parasites so thoroughly after the purchase it gets hard for him to find a snack. She makes the building disturbingly clean, and she is herself an embodiment of all things sunny and healthy. Betelgeuse isn’t opposed to that, he’s just the opposite.

He doesn’t confront her directly after she moves in. That would scare her away. Little things first. Maybe a misplaced item here and there, mildew where it’s not meant to be. Weird noises at night. That’s all Betelgeuse being himself, nothing more.

There comes a day he finally decides to show himself. In the shape of a grape vine encroaching upon Sunni’s property, stretching all the way from the garden to the attic, like a path of breadcrumbs. An army of ants marching up and down the vine screams soon infestation, and maybe she forgot something sweet up there.

He waits her at the end of the vine, toying with the leaves.

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A tinge of fear started to worm its way beneath her skin like icy fingers as the medic gazed upon her. Maybe she was mistaken in believing the brunette was the one that had rescued her from certain death or if it was her the doctor wouldn't remember. The ladder would be more embarrassing than the prior but she couldn't be certain which was worse. It was only when she replied that relief washed over her like a warm wave.

Sunni let out a small exhale, having held her breath after speaking. It was her and that knowledge brought an undeniable excitement that had her almost bounding over to meet her halfway.

"Yeah! That was me!" She grinned and took Marinette's hand in both of hers, giving it a single shake so as not to make it too awkward. Sunni then showed the arm that had been broken, flexing her fingers to show she was completely recovered. "Got a scar where I was stabbed but that was to be expected." She replied, dropping her arm so it hung at her side.

"I'm happy to see you're still around as well, Marinette," she said her name as a way to commit it to her memory. "I'm Sunniva but most tend to just call me Sunni. I really don't even know how to properly thank you for all you did. I would have died had you not helped...and you didn't even know me." It was unexpected considering what she had known about pirates back then.

The doctor was in the process of making a splint for a broken arm for a crew member who was trying to mess with Richie and ended up falling from his chair. Humming softly, she knew that new crewmembers were joining the guild after the posters got out with Sir Crocodile and Mihawk being 'followers' of Buggy which was how he earned the Yonko title. The brunette knew the truth being with her captain for so long that he was a coward to a degree and recently took a horrible beating from those two.

A voice filled the room which caused Marinette to glance over her shoulder to see who was talking to her. Taking a moment to process her thoughts and the blonde's comments it finally clicked where she recognized her. It was at Impel Down, that the doctor had arrived to help her captain and during the fight, she noticed a female with a serious injury.

The brunette was in her costume to help hide her identity from the Marines as she did not want the older members to recognize her with her parents being marine doctors who were murdered for helping people. Sunni had a horrible stab wound and was bleeding out with a broken arm as the bone had broken through the skin and muscle. Maybe for the taller female, it might have looked like an angel or someone with roses for hair might have saved her which was why she might have made that comment about her hair.

As the brunette finished tying the bandage, she stood up to walk towards the blonde with an expressionless face. "You from Impel Down correct? Arm and stab wound?" Marinette had helped a couple random people that day because she could not just leave them to die, but at least give them a chance and the rest would be up to them if they made it or not. "Nice to see you made it. The name's Marinette." Holding out her hand for a handshake, she gave the other a small smile.

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