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[seaoftales]

Days spent in his fathers former office were rare. It was his now, inherited when becoming Leader of the Gods Knights after his father had become one of the Gorosei, though with the turmoil ahead of them and quite possibly a war of colossal extent on the verge of breaking out, Shamrocks presence was more required on the field rather than have him simply delegate who would go where in order to maintain peace and order.

There was, however, a rare occasion where he was granted a few moments of respite, the very same one which he now spent sitting in the comfortable chair behind the desk, eyes closed, and simply enjoying the silence. There was one or the other noise, he assumed just slaves doing their work. They knew better than to disturb him, though he also tended to be lenient towards them at times. After all, some tasks couldn't be done in silence. As long as there wasn't too much noise...

Ah, one could only wish.

The clinking of high heels against the marble floor announced the presence of one particular woman he hadn't seen in what seemed forever. Nobody else had such confidence in their walk as Cosima.

Shamrock didn't really make much of a move when the door to the office flung open with the exception of opening an eye to see whether he was right in his assumption. Once confirmed, he resorted back to lounging, the only indication that he was aware of her presence being the slight smirk on his features. Shamrock knew how to push her buttons, and one of them was being him not acting like a proper Celestial Dragon was supposed to. If only she knew what woes he had to go through recently, perhaps she'd allow him this much slack for once.

The redhead was well aware that a visit from Cosima was never unwarranted, and perhaps it was better to address the issue sooner rather than later. Maybe she had come to her senses after he had called off the wedding between the two of him, maybe this was her extending her olive branch about it.

❝ Dearest cousin, ❞ Shamrock finally spoke, adjusting himself in his seat to sit properly and look at her. ❝ I was wondering where you've been hiding recently. Scheming how to take over the world, I assume? ❞ There was no doubt that she was about to jab him with something, whatever that something was. Well, two could easily play the same game. ❝ I haven't seen you at the Gala when father was made one of the Gorosei. Don't tell me you're still sulking about the wedding not going through. ❞

While their union wouldn't be unheard of, as many Celestial Dragons preferred to wed between themselves, to keep things in the family, Shamrock would much rather not have one of the most powerful families become the laughing stock of the whole world by turning out like the one of Saint Charlos, with hideous looks and an IQ lower than those of simple amoeba in the sea.

❝ To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? ❞

@onepiecc ♥'d

[shiynari]

@onepiecc liked for starter for ♡ ->. camie !

Maybe it was the first time seeing a mermaid like her or maybe not, in fact neither of them, after all, the princess and the princes were bigger than her, in fact, she was a mere merman in that kingdom. While holding a bag of clothes and some dresses for some colleagues, she let out a loud and even surprised sigh! She bumped into the woman while holding the dress and ended up dropping it, so clumsily she picked it up and apologized! Camie was definitely hopeless?!

'' OH MY MY! I'M SO SO SORRY! I'VE DIDN'T SEEN YA!— I'M SORRY! eh. EHHH—"

[thenorthblues]

@onepiecc asked: [ 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 ]

[  ACCIDENTAL BRUSH  ]  *  my muse touches your muse ( somewhere intimate ) on accident. -Sedna & Shachi (28 ft mermaid might do something on accident)

The half-sea king floated on his back, quite content sun bathing near the shore. He was close enough to reach the beach quickly if needed, but far enough that he wasn't touching the sea floor, enough room to swim well under the water. He'd been in a half slumber, eyes closed, arms loose at his sides and long orca tail somewhat submurged. His large form was not one he'd been able to use for months and he finally felt free enough to stretch himself out like this.

Normally, he'd know better than to let his guard down, but with how cramped it was in the Tang, and how stressful things had been as of late, he couldn't be blamed for wanting to just rest.

Unfortunately, a bush to the small of his back had the hybrid snapping to attention, a yelp sounding before he'd whipped his tail hard enough to propell him a few feet. Dipping under the surface, he growled, a warning in case whoever or whatever it was thought he was an easy target.

[kiigan]

@onepiecc

ㅤIt's not something that he should be complaining about, really. An ecosystem that, only half a year prior, had been near to collapse and now was suddenly thriving? It was great news, no matter how you looked at it... the issue being, Itachi was someone who always needed to understand things. And, as far as he could tell, there was no logical explanation for such a miracle. Coral reefs required such a long period of time to form and recover, yet here this one was, pushing through the damage made by humans like it was nothing.

ㅤIt was almost like magic of some sort... to be said of many things around this group of small islands, as it was. For example, pretty much like that very mysterious creature he'd chanced to see, the previous week. Tail and fins of the kind that did not seem to belong to any known species. And, yes, it could be simply chalked up to an illusion - after all, it'd been way past evening already, and it wasn't like Itachi had the most acute eyesight ever quite on the contrary. It could have been a shark swimming too close to the shore, it could have been an old log covered in seaweed being tossed around by the waves. But then... why was it that he couldn't shake off the feeling he was missing something?

Ah. Whatever.

ㅤThe only thing that truly mattered, at least for the moment, was the blissful smell of coffee emanating from the pot and luring him in like a siren's call - pun more or less intended. Filling up a mug almost up to the brim with that steamy black gold from the gods, Itachi took a careful sip and turned around when hearing footsteps approaching, just in time to offer Raion a smile.

«Hey. Good morning.»

[ravarui]

Shamrock how do you feel about your cousins? I heard that Corvus was executed by your own father and that Cosima is now the only one left.

A messed up family @onepiecc

"The weakling and the manipulative hag. I couldn't care less for them. Corvus and his father were an utter disgrace for the entire Figarland family. He was always weak and lazy, but to think he stooped so low to fall in love with a slave?" The redhead scoffed at that, showing the disdain as he spoke of his youngest cousin. "He got what he deserved, it's a shame his execution was done so swiftly and that it wasn't me who swung the sword."

The redhead remembered the day of the execution well and he had enjoyed every single second of it. He had hated Corvus since the day he had been born, for he was responsible for the death of his aunt. If Corvus hadn't been born, if his fool of an uncle hadn't chosen the weakling over Aquila, then Shamrocks aunt would still be alive.

"As for Cosima, she may uphold the values of the Figarland family, but she's a woman. She's weak." Not like Corvus had been, but physically she would never be a match for Shamrock. "She'll never be the heir and new head of the family, no matter how hard she tries."

[cosmicxblossoms]

X @onepiecc

When his gaze had been forced to look up towards the woman in front of him and heard her words he was able to recognize quickly what was happening. What his fate was going to be, to be given as a slave to a celestial dragon. Honestly he didn't know which would've been worse, execution or this.

What was he supposed to do, what could he do? He had already endured being tortured and the sea prism cuffs were draining his power so he didn't know how much of a fight he could put up. Nor did he know what awaited him even if he did manage to overcome all of that somehow. "As you wish. Once we have cleaned up your gift would you prefer us to have a collar on him and have him branded or would you prefer him to remain untouched?" That was the question he heard a marine asking, noticing the grins of their faces as they appeared all too eager to get rid of him and sell him off to his new fate.

[iinsomnium]

@onepiecc continued from : here

 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘  hovered in the void-like space around Stella, his single eye gleaming with an intensity that spoke of eons of knowledge and an insatiable hunger for chaos and anything weird. The spectral blue flames flickered around his form, casting eerie shadows that danced with a life of their own. He watched Stella with an amused curiosity, her emotions a tapestry of raw, untamed energy laid bare before him. The sob that escaped her lips only seemed to deepen his grin.

                           ❛   ❛         well         you       wish          to      know      ?           ❜   ❜ Bill's voice boomed, echoing through the void ;  the very fabric of reality bent to his will. his eye narrowing slightly as if to scrutinize every fiber of her being. He could feel the burning rage coursing through her, the desire for vengeance, for survival against all odds. It was intoxicating, a heady brew of desperation and fury that made his very essence vibrate with glee. ❛       Most generous offer ?      —-          ❜  the demon repeated, his tone mockingly thoughtful as he stroked a spot above his bowtie on his  triangular form like one might stroke a beard.  

                          

❛   ❛         YOU         SEE       BLONDIE  ;               I'M      A      REASONABLE   GUY           —-                  A         GIVER       REALLY          !         I        COULD            OFFER       POWER                    ————                 power   beyond   your   wildest   dreams   the   kind    that     could  turn   your   enemies   to   ash   with   a   flick   of   your   wrist   &&   or   maybe     you   would       prefer   a    second        chance   !   a   do   over   with   all    the    cards   stacked    in     yer   favor   ?   imagine   the   looks   on    their              faces   when    you     stroll   back   from   the   brink   not   just    alive      but   thriving    !          ❜   ❜          He circled her slowly,  his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. ❛       So, what are you willing to give up? Your soul? Your freedom? Your sanity? Or maybe… a little something more personal, something you hold dear, something you'd never think to part with until the moment came to choose      —-          ❜  Bill paused, letting the weight of his words sink in, his eye locking onto hers with an intensity that bordered on unsettling. "So, Stella,      —-          ❜he purred, ❛       what's it gonna be? Your life for their suffering? Your soul for their torment? Or maybe… just maybe, you'll find out how far you're willing to go when the stakes are this high. Choose wisely, because once you make a deal with me, there's no turning back.,      —-          ❜

[burnxngslash]

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Snuggled comfortably ontop of her chest the adventurer dozes off and begins to dream. "No, Angelfish....your lips...taste much better than win-wine.." There was a peaceful innocence in his words as he dreams on with a smile.

[pxison]

✎  vampire inspired action prompts. @onepiecc asked: prey: my muse is out hunting for blood and they come across your human muse. -Raion (Reiju unless your feeling one of the boys)

Another year, another night for harvesting is all that Reiju thinks about as she wanders the furthest corners of the manor. Despite the disappearances throughout the years, the old rickety building never seemed to fail to bring mortals in by the droves. If anything, it seemed to up the numbers some years which served well to sate the hungers of herself and her brothers.

They too would be out on the prowl soon should one prey prove to be not enough this time. One human body filled with blood usually was enough to calm their bloodlust but on chilly nights like these there was little to ease the ache in their fangs.

Now, standing at a balcony overlooking the booming party down below, Reiju runs her tongue over the sharp points before allowing the fangs to recede into her gumline. It was not time for feeding yet, first she would have to find one of suitable tastes and as she scanned the heads poking out through the crowd and array of colorful lights, she thinks she found one. A rather tall male topped with a length of orange braided hair caught her attention.

Slinking off to join the crowd below, Reiju is mindful how her appearance may draw the sway of the crowd while her own gaze sought to track the jugular of one person of interest. Letting no one stop her, Reiju's pace is calm and smooth as she cuts a path over to this handsome stranger.

"Hello." She greats sweetly, already beginning to work her usual charms. "I couldn't help but notice you standing here all by your lonesome. Mind if I keep you company for a bit?" Any envious hisses she could hear nearby were ignored in favor of smiling up at the man before her.

[seaoftales]

It was rare for him to ever leave his duties for the sake of joining one or the other gala or ball the Celestials so loved organizing and attending. Relaxing wasn't exactly a luxury Shamrock was granted often, or at all as of recently. With his father being appointed one of the Elders and Shamrock having to step up and take on the role as Commander of the Holy Knights, his focus was solely on making sure things were going as they were supposed to.

There was, however, one that stuck out, one that Celestial Dragons were invited to attend some they seldom did, as the invitation came from the lower world. They'd rather perish than mingle with the common rabble and vermin that wasn't even worth their time, though there were some that he knew attended, solely for the purpose of finding a wife. Considering Garling had been on his case about marriage for a while now, and it was a masked ball at that no less, the Holy Knight figured he might as well see what it was all about. Maybe he was just that lucky and found himself a wife there, because there was no way he would ever take any of the women in the Holy Land for one.

Donned in a simple attire and mask as to not draw attention to himself with whatever flamboyant outfit he'd usually sport were it a masquerade ball in the Holy Land, Shamrock stepped into the large ballroom, eyes scanning everybody gathered. There were royals from all over the world, hiding under masks, playing their little games of trying to guess who was hiding behind the other mask. A part of him found it so endearing, how they thought they had it so easy in life, simply enjoying it without a care in the world. If only they knew they were nothing but pawns in the game the Celestials were playing.

Shamrock mostly stuck to the sides of the room, sipping on a glass of wine he fetched as one of the servants was walking past him with a tray and occasionally eating some of the food that was served. All in all, the evening was quite uneventful so far, and none of the women he assumed were eligible for marriage really struck his interest and stuck out from the others. A part of him was even considering simply leaving, call it a night and accept that he had done nothing but waste time, when he felt something he didn't think he'd ever feel at a gathering like this. Conquerors Haki.

The other guests had felt it, too, some of the weaker willed ones fainting, and in the ruckus it caused, he tried to spot the culprit. Eyes scanned the large room quickly, only being able to spot a mane of purple disappearing through one of the smaller doors. Perhaps it was a dumb decision on his part, but the Holy Knight decided to follow, curious as to what caused the sudden outburst of Haki.

What he found was a young woman, a princess no doubt, looking as if she was trying to hide from the whole world. Shamrock kept his distance, the poor thing looking positively frightened. Even in such a state, Shamrock couldn't deny the beauty of the girl, despite her face being hidden by a mask. Her dark skin, her petite form, the mane of purple locks... she was different from anybody he'd seen at the masquerade, and she certainly fit the wife material criteria he had.

❝ Quite the stunt you pulled there. ❞

@onepiecc

[aamaranthiine]

( @onepiecc liked for a starter c; | Leigh )

There's some sort of ruckus outside of the Rear Admiral's office, the sound of voices mingling; a pair of officers arguing with a third, feminine voice. It's not moments later that the door to his study swings open and in stalks a petite woman wearing plain, civilian clothes and with her hair pulled back with a colorful bandanna. She seems a sailor, judging by the Log Pose swinging on a chain attached to her belt. Dark blue eyes and long braided black hair are otherwise inconspicuous on her.

She strides forward with a stern expression, "Your men are incompetent and annoying," agitated clearly, "they arrested a friend of mine, and I want her released. And her belongings returned to her, please." That last little pleasantry seemed a bit forced.

[poneglph]

♡ -Raion (merman oc) and Arlong??

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[belovedcorvid]

[ ALIVE ] Muse A pulls Muse B in for a tight hug, glad to see they're alive. -Leigh

❣︎ | Memes :: From Here | Prompts about Embraces

Despite the spitting rain and the wind whipped around the docks, a large figure stood vigil at the end of the pier in the face of the incoming storm, waiting for the last battle-worn ship to finally come to a stop in the safety of the harbour. He looked a little out of place with his heavy white officer's coat draped over his comfortable, soft-coloured hospital clothes to protect bandages and still healing wounds from the weather. The chill made made his breath escape in little clouds even between drags on a cigarette - the third one since coming out here, for nerves. A few nervous, lingering marines remained with him, checking their superior officer's balance on his crutch and taking turns attempting to convince him to go back inside - citing the late hour, the inclement weather, and their fear of having Law find out they'd let him stand outside for hours in the rain while he was still recovering from severe injuries. Rocinante waved them all off as he brushed damp hair out of the way of his vision, rust coloured eyes trained on the ship, the last straggling survivor following a battle at sea, scanning her surface for familiar faces. Leigh had been on that operation, and there was still no firm answer on just who had made it out of the chaos. His friend was strong, and Rocinante had confidence in his ability to defend himself and his men, as the survivors slowly limped their way home without sign of Leigh he did feel his heart twist with worry.

The blond watched as the last crew disembarked, striding forward as quickly and as best he could with his lame leg, paying little attention to the cries of protest from his assistants when he spotted a familiar figure. ' See ? He's fine. Worried for nothing. ' That was what he thought to himself anyway as he silently caught Leigh in a tight hug, large form curling around him as he rested his head on top of the smaller man's - sending his assistants scrambling to pick up the crutch he'd dropped in the process. He'd need it to leave here, but that was a future problem; for now he just took a deep, steadying breath, blunt nails digging lightly into the coat against the other's back as he loosened his grip just a little - the other could be injured after all following such a fight, best not to hug too hard.

" Too close. That was too close to being bad. "

[ravarui]

“Uncle really picked a strong name for you cousin. A flower suits you very well.” Cosima smirked at her cousin for he was named after a mere plant compared to her as her name meant order and beauty in an ancient language.

Lovable Family Interactions Always Accepting @onepiecc

"Is that jealousy I hear in your voice my dear?"

Shamrocks eyes are devoid of any emotion as he looks at his younger cousin. He cared little for her childish insults, for he knew his own worth. And it was greater than hers.

"If a name would hold any significant meaning for ones life, then your existence may actually be worth something. You're weak dearest cousin."

[cosmicxblossoms]

@onepiecc Plotted starter

He just had to take this woman with him when fleeing Mary Geosie, rubbing his face as he stood there along the shore of the beach. Dripping wet from having to retrieve his pipe that had been thrown into the water, they both had gotten a little petty earlier with their arguing which had dissolved into them throwing things into the water. Sabo just didn't get why she was being so stubborn right now, Like it or not they were both stuck on this island together with no way off. So they would have to make the most of their current situation by working together to survive here until they could leave, He would think that Cosima would want to make things easier for both of them not harder.

Walking back towards cosima with a small frown on his face, already feeling the frustration bubble up inside of him but he was trying his best to not lose his composure completely. He just had to help show her how to survive is all, he couldn't expect her to know how but he did expect her to help him in some way.

"Like it or not we are stuck here and have to make the best of things so you are going to help me whether you like it or not. Cause I'm pretty sure you can't survive on your own so you are going to help with making things easier for both of us understand?" his eyes then began to move around for any place that could be spotted as a means for shelter as that would need to be handled first before food and water.

[cxrdioectomy]

@onepiecc || closed starter.

Saving Strawhat had admittedly not been the smartest move. At least not if he wanted to keep this little bout of freedom longer than a few days.

Then again after spending as many hours as he had sewing up that hyperactive wildcard just to have that same moron try to run off in the woods and rip open all of his hard work he was more than willing to just go home on his own and take whatever punishment she would throw at him. If Strawhat lived then he could be a valuable asset on day, if he died well at least he pissed off the little spoiled diva waiting for him.

He didn't have an ounce of hesitation once he found her. Being smug would probably kill him one day but today, he was sure it would just lead to the same around of punishment that came every time he pissed her off. And maybe it was just a testament to how long gone he was but it was almost amusing to ponder what she would do to him this time.

After all she would never kill him. He was to useful.

So why not sweeten the pot. "I have to say. Your men are slacking, I got so tired of waiting for them to catch me I decided to just come home."