#postmortemlullabies

[despairforme]

Requested fish in the inbox:

"Nnoitra! Nnoitra!" Emil laughed as she held up a huge pike over hear head. Standing in the river amongst cattails, she didn't care her shorts were soaked. "Look what I caught!"

     This was the best day so far this summer. It had been a weird couple of months for him. Not good ones, for sure. He had felt pretty depressed, which was not normal for him during the summer months. Today, however, he could feel some of the weight on his shoulders lift, and the dark clouds over him lighten. 

      Emil had invited him to go hiking with her. It had been a good while since he had seen her. She had probably been busy, huh? Maybe she’d been on summer holiday somewhere. He hadn’t asked. He probably should. Honestly though? He was glad she was back. She was one of his oldest, and also closest friends. Going for a hike seemed to be exactly what the doctor ordered. He aught to spend more time out in nature.

     They had taken the bus out of the city, and been dropped off on the most remote bus stop known to mankind. Nnoitra loved it. Then they had walked into a large forest, and there they had found a stream. They had followed it until it joined with a small river - and that’s where they were currently at. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining bright. Trees were making vibrant contrasted shadows in the soft grass. The river was sparkling and lazy. It was shallow enough for even Emil to stand in some places. Which was exactly what she was doing. She was wearing shorts, but Nnoitra could see she’d get wet soon. He was keeping to dry land for now ( he was not a fan of getting wet ), but it was so hot outside that he MIGHT want to join her. He was tossing stones into the river, trying to hit a rock in the middle. His aim was better than he imagined.

     His eye turned wide and his mouth dropped when he saw Emil suddenly LIFT A WHOLE ASS FISH out of the river. Like she was an actual bear from a nature documentary or some shit. Nnoitra had hardly ever seen a living fish before - only on TV ( he watched Extreme Fishing ). It was huge! It was flapping its tail violently, to try to get back into the water. Nnoitra’s stupidly shocked expression stayed for another GOOD moment, before it turned into a grin and a laugh.

      ❝ ‘Daz fuckin’ awesome! C’mon let’s eat it! ❞ Like a fucking survive-in-nature sort of thing! Nnoitra had taken half a step towards her, his army boots almost getting wet in the process, and he was holding out a long arm as if to reach for her and help her with the fish. 

#post-mortem-lullabies #postmortemlullabies #[ LIZARD I MISSED YOU OMG HELLO !!!!! ] #[ i saw you on my dash and immediately EYE ZOOOOOOOm ] #[ please know that emil is one of my all-time favorite ocs i adore her sO MUCH ] #[ her friendship with nnoitra is one of my fav things to write about t - t ] #[ and you are so sweet and precious and we've been friends for such a long time ] #[ I AM VERY LUCKY ] #[ thank you for the ask and i hope you're doing good!! <5 ] #despair for me. ╱ in character. #burn the city. ╱ main verse. #talking shit. ╱ answers.

[muselexum]

@post-mortem-lullabies​ sent: Send 👋 for three things that describe our muses relationship. // for Akane or Ace (or both)

relationship building -> [meme]

Same pains, different coping methods -> Ace and Emil both deal with pretty intense existential crises, but I find that they have different ways of dealing with it. If they ever sat down to talk about it seriously they may connect in that way, but I imagine the two of the would struggle to get to that point in the first place.

You from a lifetime ago -> If we keep it so that Emil and Ace met each other pre-timeskip, if they are to meet again in present time, Ace would have changed so much that it would evoke the feeling of “this isn’t the same person anymore”.

We’ll run into each other again, I’m sure of it -> I get the feeling that their relationship would be built up from a collection of chance encounters. The first one or two times they cross paths it’s “oh, you again”, but by the sixth time it’s a bit comedic. They begin to expect it and they’re happy to run into a familiar face.

#thanks for sending !! <3 #postmortemlullabies #FOR ALL ( answered. ) #FOR ALL ( ooc. ) #ACE ( general tag. )

[caelumaviis]

BIRD PARTY TIME

#{ I love how this happens every time somebody mentions birds on the dash haha } #picavecalyx #muselexum #postmortemlullabies #Soaring high above { dash commentary. } #Nocturnal interactions { ic. }

[penguin-of-the-heart]

Emil handed Penny a lollipop.

Grinning Penguin accepted the gift before pulling the woman into a hug. "Well thank you! Aren't you the sweetest!"

#postmortemlullabies #Ask

[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!“

#{ asdfghjklASDFGHJ } #{ I'm sorry this is hilarious } #;ic #;crack #;dash commentary #;replies #trafalgarbleedingheartlaw #trafalgar-bleedingheart-law #post-mortem-lullabies #postmortemlullabies #ikkaku-of-heart #ikkakuofheart

[gemingjia]

@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!   ❞

#; A GREAT OBJECTIVE • Jiji #; SECRETS • ask #postmortemlullabies #Jiji; you gave me a hand massage I'm indebted for life

[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.”

#Shitpost #postmortemlullabies

[heavenlyborne]

#∘⡊;; aesthetics #〠;; picrew #Since I was talking about if Shalria were a male a little while ago #Handsome young lad but not the nicest #Wish these picrews offered more hair colours #With blonde hair I have to try avoid making them look too much like Doflamingo or Rosinante/Rocinante #Not always the easiest boo #Feeling pretty down and not physically well this week so apologies for seeming quiet or not interested in talking #It ain't you being a bother it's me #gun tw #tw gun #postmortemlullabies #Seemed like a funny situation if Emil was dealing with grumpy boi

[clione-of-heart]

@post-mortem-lullabies​ asked:

send me 🍒 + a url and i will write some positivity for them. // whoever is on the second spot of your biggest fans :p

send  me 🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them.

( @heavenlyborne​ )

I CANNOT POSSIBLY PUT INTO WORDS HOW MUCH I LOVE SHALRIA’S PORTRAYAL.

But I will do my best anyway,

Shalria’s a minor background character, one whom Oda probably designed with the intention of being disliked by readers in her short screentime and not much else. I imagine the mangaka never even spared a thought about what he was getting into with her creation, never questioned that anyone would find Shalria as anything other than a typical Celestial Dragon who serves the purpose of exemplifying the behaviour of the higher class along with her brother and father. 

Oda truly must have had no idea Shalria-mun would carve her into what she is today.

Shalria-mun has kept us all so well-feed (SO WELL-FEED) on Shalria headcanons that they have now become a part of my diet and I’ll occassionally wonder away into the oldest corners of their headcanon tag in search for nourishment. 

Shalria’s sort-of androgynity, the roles of women between Celestial Dragons, the yuki yuki no mi, the Rosward Bloodline that makes her unable to sleep, the fact that Shalria is both a perfect example of these nobles at times, but a completely unique character who doesn’t truly fit in with them at others, and MUCH MUCH MORE are all things that simply came out of Shalria-mun’s wonderful and precious head one day and they have since decided to generously share with us (because, I’ll be honest, if it wasn’t for their Shalria blog I would have never even thought of this stuff. They’ve completely changed the way I see and think about not only Shalria but also Celestial Dragons as a whole, and I think that’s the case for a lot of people too).

I think the ability to spin a character that so few people look twice at into such a complex being, such an elaborated and thought-through work, is one that is almost unique to Shalria-mun. I always look forward to posts from their blogs, and they’ve made me fall in love with her in a way I never thought I’d love a semi-antagonist. 

#postmortemlullabies #heavenlyborne #ask games #Outside the Kitchen (OOC) #// didn't mention this as it was gonna get too long but #I ALSO LOVE KIORE #shalria-mun i am crying in your arms while telling you im in love with you #(platonically) #whenever i see you've posted something my heart does a happy dance

[iinfortunii]

» send me ↕ + your muse’s height // Emil's 169cm (~5'6")

A letter sent by @post-mortem-lullabies​ // Height comparison meme

#postmortemlullabies #post-mortem-lullabies #❝ —through pages and ink ; letters ooc #letters ooc. #[ honestly can i say how much i envy emil's carefree spirit? ] #[ and also her abs ;;;;; ] #[ and her jolly roger ] #[ aksjdbjfsd i can't make up my mind she's so cool <3 ] #[ thanks for sending!! <3 ]

[despairforme]

"Screee! Scree! Screeeee!" A rubber chicken screeched with each Bor's bite, and each screech drew a small chuckle from Emil. The chicken was a new 'spring' toy, and Bor sounded to enjoy the noisiness very much... She would only have to make sure he doesn't do that at her flat at night. This was a park, though, so he could chew to his heart's content.

"Hey, Nnoitra." Emil smiled at him from their usual bench and reached into her backpack. "Here, that's for you." She handed him a second rubber chicken. Perhaps that's what Nnoitra was to her? A big noodly stray doggo she sometimes fed.

      It was a nice spring day. The sun was out and it wasn’t as windy as it had been the previous days. Nnoitra fucking hated when it was windy, because his long hair would whip him in his only remaining eyeball, or get in his mouth. He was walking through the park. There were quite a lot of people out today, clearly he was not the only one who was enjoying the weather. He had even skipped wearing his coat today, and was only kept warm by a large, black hoodie. Going to the park was something he did at least once a week, so that he could meet up with Emil. Out of Nnoitra’s friends ( and honestly, he had more friends than he deserved ), she was the one he met most regularly. Emil had a dog, so she HAD to go for walks anyway, and it seemed she liked to meet up with him.

     She was sitting on their usual bench, and Nnoitra lifted a hand to greet her with a lazy wave. Even this small gesture would show her that yeah, he was in a better mood than usual. He could see Bor, Emil’s dog, busy with chewing on something that was making a squeaking sound that reached very far. There were others out for walks with their dogs too, and Nnoitra could see the dogs turn their heads towards the sound, clearly jealous of Bor’s toy. ❝ Yo. ❞ His normal ‘ hello ‘, and he was about to sit down, but she handed him something. He accepted it, and had to bark out a short laugh when he saw that it was a rubber chicken. Obviously a toy for a dog. Nnoitra squeezed it hard, and it screeched.  ❝ Hell yeah, exactly what I need. ❞ He said, sarcastically, but with humor. He sat down, squeezing the toy again. It was oddly satisfying. Nnoitra did have a stress-relief toy ( a fidget spinner ), so clearly he really did enjoy such things. He could’ve done without the noise though. ❝ Ya ain’t got some actual chicken though? ❞ Was he being hopeful? YEAH. She would sometimes bring him lunch, and he fucking loved it when she did. 

#post-mortem-lullabies #postmortemlullabies #[ BIG NOODLY STRAY DOGGO ] #[ I LITERALLY CANNOT ] #[ so cute t-t ] #[ this made my day ok such a sweet ask ] #[ i love their friendship ] #[ thank you for the ask lizard !! ] #despair for me. ╱ in character. #talking shit. ╱ answers. #burn the city. ╱ main verse.

[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. 

#/realizing that not many of my muses are super friendly alksfjalf/ #when in doubt use ace #ACE ( general tag. ) #ACE ( rp. ) #ACE ( VERSE: survivor’s guilt ) #FOR ALL ( answered. ) #postmortemlullabies

[multixminds]

@post-mortem-lullabies requested a starter.

It was too early in the morning to be walking around and so, Jules had found himself taking to the rooftops in a single step. The higher vantage point was always nice, and it gave Jules a better view of what was going on in the town below. If he wanted a different view, all he had to do was move, and that suited him just fine. 

However, it was then that something curious caught his gaze after waking from an hour’s nap. A woman--or man, perhaps--was carrying something a few sacks, but it seemed that one of them was spilling its cargo and the individual was none the wiser. Oh dear. Judging by how small it was, it could be some sort of bean. Maybe they didn’t know the sack was ripped when it was sold to them? Either way, money was going down the drain and that was unfortunate.

It was at that moment that Jules decided to do something about it and crossed a few rooftops in rapid succession before jumping down in the direction that Emil was head, though a few feet in front of them.

“Excuse me,” Jules spoke up, not even trying to hold back a yawn as he stared right at them. “One of those sacks of yours as ripped open I’m afraid.”

#postmortemlullabies #ic; /jules #op verse tbt

[mediicusvitae]

Send 🌿 to meet my muse under the mistletoe // Emil's with two different reindeer horns headbands on her head and a big mug of eggnog

{ Mistletoe Meme - Accepting! }

“Looking mighty snazzy, Emil-san,” Lamy acknowledged the jingly headwear with a grin. One of the fishwoman's brown antlers brushed over the bushel hanging beneath the café's entrance, and Lamy blinked for a second. A melancholy smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth as memories surged up behind her cold-flushed nose.

“Ah, we called that one 'Mistelzweig' back at home. It's a tradition from North Blue. Didn't know they celebrated it in the Grand Line, too,” Lamy shrugged and reached up to pluck one of the white berries from it. She held it toward Emil.

“When the first churches settled back in... our home country, some tried to ban the use of mistletoe as a decoration, because of some of the old pagan stories about it, but many still continued to use it,” she explained. “The original custom was that a berry was picked from the sprig of mistletoe before the person could be kissed and when all the berries had gone, there could be no more kissing,” she chuckled, remembering how their parents had danced across their living room while showering each other in kisses beneath the adorned doorframe, the two siblings making retching noises from between the balustrade of the stairs whilst waiting for their presents to arrive.

Lamy stared off into the distance absentmindedly, but then realized with a faint blush creeping upon her ears that Emil was still standing in front of her, looking rather expectant. “A-ah, uh, do you...” she trailed off awkwardly, cleared her throat, motioned up towards the mistletoe. At the other's nod, Lamy adjusted the ear flaps of her hat before leaning downwards to quickly press a kiss to her yellow nose-spot. Drawing back, positive that she was as red as the baubles hanging in the windowsills, she gave her a grin. “Happy festivities, Emil-san.”

#postmortemlullabies #post-mortem-lullabies #{ thanks for sending! c: } #{ she's being a prude lmao } #;asks #;answered #;ic #v; submarine's smile

[sarcasticmercy]

"Strange place to fall asleep."

Boop

       It wasn’t as if he had intended to fall asleep. He hadn’t even realized he was that tired. He had originally sat down to wait, make sure a storm wasn’t rolling in. He supposed he accomplished that, in the end. The clouds still didn’t look promising- if anything, they looked worse. More indicative of a storm. He should make his way into shelter.

       He shouldn’t have been surprised to have been found, either. Even with the out of the way place he had found to perch, lean his back against. “Seemed as good a place as any.” Even if he was bound to regret having been asleep in the spot later- hell, even as he went to readjust now he regretted it. “Did you need something?” Despite the face he made, settling into a more upright position.        Probably, she was just curious. How many people would willingly sit in such a location- much less fall asleep there?

#Answered #post-mortem-lullabies #postmortemlullabies

[heavenlyborne]

Shalria might have been the hardest challenge. Snow wasn't exactly a Halloween material and yes, werewolves were a thing but Emil would struggle to make a white wolf confectionery without making it outright ugly.

In the end, Emil opted for simple chocolate and orange cupcakes with orange cream frosting, decorated with a tiny ghost and candy corn. Emil only wore a very ugly werewolf mask as she presented them to Shalria. "Happy early Halloween, Aria."

Shalria stared at Emil then down at the tray of little cupcakes offered by her ‘werewolf’ friend, her youthful face showing nothing less than a great deal of baffled bemusement... but it didn’t last long until she broke out into a hearty laugh, grinning just as wolfishly as she reached over to pat the snarling muzzle of the ferocious mask. “You’ve done some very strange things but this really takes the cupcake, Emil!” Those very words mirrored her actions as she delicately accepted one of the offered treats, peering at the colourful craftsmanship with curiousity and intrigue. It was nothing like the extravagant treats she was used to, made with the finest of icing, cream and gaudy little decorations consisting of real gold and silver. It was simple dark chocolate from what she could tell, with orange frosting and a little white figure holding onto something. It was... cute for lack of a better word, and Shalria found that she almost didn’t want to eat it, not because the rest of her kin would think it blasphemous to accept such a common food item from a ‘mere’ human but because Emil had made it, and Shalria liked keeping everything the other woman had ever offered. But what was a cupcake for if not to be eaten? Besides, it would be rude to turn down such a kind offering and so Shalria peeled back the wrapper, making sure to include a bite of everything from the dark chocolate sponge to rich orange frosting, little white ghost and candy corn. "It’s good, I like it. Thank you.” Of course she wouldn’t speak with her mouth full, even if the candy corn was surprisingly chewy against the softness of the cupcake but she made not to spill a single crumb, taking the time to enjoy it before turning back to the werewolf with a smile of her own. “Tell me about this ‘Halloween’ you speak of, Emil. Is it true that people wear the faces of monsters and go around terrorizing lesser mortals in exchange for confectionaries?”

#postmortemlullabies #Halloween Inbox call #Emil played a blinder on this one #Not sorry for the puns :p #But seriously this was very good #Especially since Emil is one of the only people Shalria trusts food from #She is so BAFFLED by Halloween #Like... people dress up in the skins of monsters to coerce tribute from humans? #Sounds like what I already do but with extra steps #Teach her Emil #Shalria's definitely a happier girl now that the weather is cooling off #Sorry to answer straight from ask though #Can't figure out how to get everything nice and neat into new post :c