|| ℝ𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕒 ℤ𝕠𝕣𝕠 ☠︎︎ 。 。 。 ☠︎︎ 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. One Piece Roleplay. Mature Content | MDNI Open for descriptive storylines and banter. Not new to verse or character. OC/Crossover friendly. Modern AU Portrayal. #Reckless
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@mormohistoria.bsky.social
museum curator ・art historian modern au nico robin penned by: http://Kat.%E2%99%A1%CC%B7%CC%B7%CB%8E%CB%8A%CB%97
“well, he’s pretty. really pretty—— in my eyes at least. i don’t think he’d appreciate me sharing his instagram with you, and don’t you even think about going on stalking my following to find him.” starting off at a shy rambling tone before switching to a more serious one. ➷
really like him."
laughing and rolling her eyes at his silly little gesture. from their brief interactions, she had figured out that he was a decent man, and perhaps would eventually become a good friend. “well, you’re certainly very good at it—— i don’t think i would be able to go up on stage and be ➷
- well I am happy to have been of help on that way! I had a really great time on stage. It’s one of my favorite things. I can just be myself and express it through the music.”
she’s here for her coffee and the ‘free’ cookie he mentioned in her comments. waiting patiently in line, not wanting to disturb @chicoencendido.bsky.social’s usual clientele. the cute old ladies coming in for a drink after their walk in the park. ➷
“you’re underestimating yourself if you don’t take what i’ve said into consideration.” averting her gaze to the martini that’s just been placed in front of her, before taking a couple sips. “not at all, coming here and watching you perform just made it even better than it already was.”
“Did it now?” Azure hues brightened as he lifted his drink, smile never faltering as he glanced away and took a sip. Man he couldn’t believe she really came to see him play. “Rough day or something?” he asked curiously, looking back to her and setting his drink down.
generals gathered in their masses just like witches at black masses
to clean out my bookshelves or to not clean out my bookshelves.
nami and i have certain things we like, and it’s rather apparent.
“i’m just putting it as i saw it.” smiling slyly once she catches the color in his cheeks, only to wave down a waiter to order herself a martini before returning her gaze back to the blond. “i’m glad i came, actually. your performance made my day just that little bit better.”
“A prince? Well, that’s awfully kind of you.” A soft blush painted myself over his cheeks as he looked away, helping himself to a chip and dipping it into the cheese. “I’m very glad you enjoyed yourself. That’s always my goal, put on a good performance.” Eating the chip, he glanced back to her.
okay, i’m deleting it now that you’ve seen it.
really cute, i'm glad you didn't <3
;; — «𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬.» — nami. #𝐒𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲
well, to be fair . . it happened yesterday so it’s not like i was withholding this from you. ( mumbling from behind the pillow. ) it was . . amazing. i haven’t been kissed like that in a while . . and i don’t know when i’ll be seeing him again. ( when she finally feels like her face has calmed ➷
Elated by the news, she forgot to mention that she had met someone recently as well.
okay, come sit and look pretty at the museum while i finish up. i won’t get to see you until after my shift is over though </3 i’m working in the office rather than the floor today.
why don't you call me, ill come to you, if i stay any longer cora's gonna drive me crazy
didn’t think you’d be so willing. i get off at four, i’ll come get you afterwards.
mm after work ? i get off at 3
perhaps i did. would you like to choose the time of your demise or should i?
wait, did you get em both beforehand silly and prepared
no duh. how else are we supposed to torture our victims even after death. besides, they were on sale. buy one get one free.
that was fast, i guess psycho murderers have their 'i <3 genitalia' tshirt vendors on speed dial
well, i guess i’m a murderer then. i bought you a shirt that says exactly that, so we could match.
i mean they'd have to be a serious psycho killer to murder me and then put me in a shirt that says 'i love pussy' just to spite me after brutally ending my life
“i didn’t quite manage to catch the start, but whatever i saw was really fun. you looked like a prince up there, performing for all your fan girls.” taking another bite of the chip in her hand, she gave him a scrunchy smile, one to match his amused grin.
His lips curled into an amused grin, dimple pressing in as a low chuckle escaped him. Man she was so pretty, and he couldn’t believe she had come to see the show. “I am one lucky man, yes. More than you know.” He took a drink and set it back down. “How did you enjoy the show?”
blue orbs take note of the way his teeth catch his bottom lip, and it makes her want to tease him even harder. picking up a chip and dipping it in the queso, just so, she took a bite to enunciate the end of her question. “well, you’re just lucky that i could make some time for you then, huh?”
- think most of them have wandered off. Here, help yourself to some chips and queso.”
“i did say i would try, did i not?” teasing as she accepted the offer to sit with him. a small, coy smile on her face before she leaned in just a bit and whispered. “are you sure i’m not gonna get swarmed by all your little fangirls? i didn’t come here to get mauled, y’know.”
Ocean blues lit up at the sound of her voice, head lifting to look up at her as a wide smile grew upon his lips. He placed his drink down and scooted over to pat the seat beside of him. “Well look who made it. Can’t say I wasn’t looking for a beautiful lady like yourself. Please, have a seat.”