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send in “ caught “ for the sender to catch the receiver in their arms, after the receiver collapses in the aftermath of using their powers for an extensive period of time.

alternatively, send in “ falling “ for the sender to be the one collapsing after using their powers for an extensive period of time, and for the receiver to respond to that.

INSPIRING POST HERE!

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"I'm going to sell him," Nami announces as she carries her extremely fluffy, white cat over to the sofa where Martha sits. He protests with a soft push against her arms, but she doesn't relent. She sits herself down and finally lets Zeus free, allowing him to settle in her lap. "He was scratching at the glass because he saw a kid. There are claw marks on the glass."

Nami would never sell her cat. She had been the one to talked Nojiko into adopting him in the first place, and she had made the decision to bring him to live with her in her new apartment with Nojiko knowing or getting a say. He was her baby. However, he still managed to annoy her with his clumsiness, how annoyed he could get and how vocal he was. He was surprisingly quiet for once, as though not wanting to hearing any of it. He looked confused mostly, staring at one of the cat wands in his toy basket that Martha must have knocked when going to sit down. She touches the bottom of his chin and directs his gaze to hers. "Did you hear that, mister? It's either going to take me ages to clean or a lot to replace. And if it comes to the second, then it's coming out of your toy budget." Ever since she had (somehow) managed to pay off her mother's debt to Arlong and now had money with a decent amount to spare, it was no secret that Zeus had a bigger allowance than a lot of their friends. Really, Zeus, and sometimes her sister, was the only creature that could disarm the redhead and deter her anger.

He purrs and flicks his tale, Nami irate and looks at Martha with a deadpan expression. "How much do you want for him?" she asks sarcastically and he mewls, simply rolling over to stretch out across her lap. She blinks and sighs, hand resting to gently pat at his underside.

"You know I would never sell you. You were just being an ass today."

/ cheeky, @castaris i know it's not exactly cheeky but... maybe? au again, of course. :)

"Youre not gonna sell him" Martha retorted with a small snort, watching Nami walk over with the sentient cotton ball that was her cat. "Did he wanna say hello? Or eat them?" She joked with a snicker, reaching over to affectionately stroke behind the cats ears with a loving coo.

"If you were serious about getting into online work-----we can still do that. Probably easiest to do a promotional photo set for you on my page and you can keep whatever sale come from it. Should make whatever you need to replace that glass easy-peasy."

@castaris

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The room they occupied was sparsely furnished. A bed, which Arthur currently occupied (really just a padded cot) and opposite it was a hammock. Close to the other side of the room was a secretary deck and chair; opposite that a wall of cupboards and counterspace.

Martha was sitting beside the prince, figuring out how bad his wounds were when he awoke. A soft, friendly smile on her painted lips. "Byron?" She asked the man lingering near the door

"Last I checked with Eric we're down off the southern coast of Ireland, captain, and our course is taking us to Greece."

She nodded resolutely,looking back to Arthur. "Off the coast of Ireland, as you heard."

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🎁 (arthur)

And all I'm gasping for Is one last breath of hope - by Rag'n'Bone Man

THE PRINCE WINCED AS A CLOTHE WAS BROUGHT to his back. He had finally had enough and ran away from the palace. Somewhere in the forest, he had passed out from the pain. It was Martha who found him lying there motionless. He didn't know how she got him to her ship, but here he was lying in a bed as the waves rocked them. Pendragon had never been this far from home. He never intended to leave his home for long. If anything he needed to go back to dethrone his father, but hopeless clung to him. "Where are we?" He asked her after a moment. The prince wanted to know how far the tide had taken them.

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He'd seemed shorter, from further away, but she'd dealt with much taller than this youngling.

"I would have worn more finery, your majesty, had your painted brutes not just grabbed me off the steps with no explanation--and had I been here as a bride. I was here for a wares trade from the silk road. Not a bridal lineup. Im much too old for you---- old enough to be your mother at the very least. ."

She scowled right back at him, a certain ferocity in those green eyes that could remind one of the unforgiving wildness of the Peruvian jungle.

She just happened to have wares from the far south due to her extensive travel. Thought the trade would be beneficial since this half of the world had no access to the silk road----- and she could use the flora and coin they could provide before she moved on.

However, so far the witch wasnt impressed with her treatment in this kingdom.

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Silence follows in the wake of her unexpected answer, except for the audible gasp that comes from the corner where his Royal Advisor observes the proceedings. Kuzco pauses mid-step on his way down the line, his finger still held out in front of him as he questions whether or not he imagined the display of defiance.

He turns a disbelieving scowl on her, closing the distance between them with a few quick steps and stopping just inches short of stepping on her feet. " Eh heh-- you left off the ' your majesty ' part. " Lips curl at the edges then, visage changing completely as he adopts a meaner, more patronizing tone. " -- and you should apologize. For wearing THAT, " An extended finger wiggles, gesturing towards her supposed ' dress ' "-- and for not knowing your place; " Only speak when spoken to. It may have been a question, but it wasn't one he cared about her answering.

-- but I can tell you aren't from around here, so I'll give you a pass. This time. "

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Competitive Natures

@rubctosis from here

He'd never used 'Shambles' on her before and it was a startling sensation--not quite like her teleportation. Almost like falling but at the same time not quite---more like being frozen then forcibly tugged into place.

A small wobble as shes balanced on the arm of the chair--shes glad its not more precarious or she likely would have fallen off onto the cold floor of the sub! Ocean eyes meet amber ones, almost defiant, but an amused smile quirks her painted lips.

Martha leaned into the chaste kiss, and he didnt get two steps away before she was right on his heels. Grabbing his wrists and pulling the doctor close to her, taking a step back----and they were falling.

Teleporting them both back to her quarters on Calypso's revenge.

It was a playful little push onto her plush bed, while she remained standing.

"I think I win this round, Trafalgar. The escape attempt was cute though"

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Deity AU

Goddess of travelers, madness, festivals and pleasure -- primarily patroness to sailors

Titles: The Wanderer, The North Star Names: Hedone, Maeve, Seren, Astraea (Worshippers) Martha (her friends)

Offerings: Alcohol, tokens from travel, atmospheres of festivity or ecstasy, mind altering drugs, ginger incense, neroli incense

The Wandering Goddess resides in the human realm among mortals. Her attire shifts as she travels but generally dons garb of reds, oranges or greens, though she never wears shoes. Always adorned in jewelry of gold. Long, dark hair in braids interwoven with cherry blossoms, sweet pea and foxgloves. Pupil-less eyes that shift hues of green and blue like the rising and falling tide.

Public, permanent altars to her are rare, as devotionals are typically festivals in her name and where her worshippers usually encounter her. Festivity, ecstasy, ritual madness via mind altering intoxicants; partaking and falling of inhibitions as an act of devotion; though overindulgence is to abandon sanity. If not partaking in her domains of festivity and pleasure they are private, lone prayers and offerings by travelers by way of incense or alcohol. The affixed altar that do exist are where tokens of travel are typically left.

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Martha had made adjustments to her household spells so she wasnt taken quite so off guard at the appearence of the deity.

Looking over with a smile when he laughed. "Good evening, Dionysus" She greeted him warmly before chuckling and setting the nude self portrait she'd been doing aside.

"You look gorgeous. I'd be happy to draw you! Plus gives the perfect opportunity to use those new paints you got me." She hummed, setting up a new canvas, pencils and her paints.

@devilofthecresentisle // Startercall

Dionysus has appeared completely out of nowhere, standing behind the woman and watching over her shoulder as she sketches. While he absolutely loves what Martha is creating, he ( in his opinion ) has a much better idea. And so, he makes his presence known with a laugh. "I think you should be drawing me instead!" The deity walks around her, until he's standing right in front of her.

"Look! Aphrodite decorated my hair with flowers earlier today." He does a little twirl. "Don't I look beautiful~?"

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"Hoya? That's quite a pretty tree! Did you decorate it yourself?" ( @songofnoheart )

"I did! Im glad you like it!" The witch beamed. "Of course with a little bit of my unique touch--" She winked, with a little gesture toward the small lit candles sitting almost too perfectly among the evergreens branches. Their gentle lights barely flickering, casting lights on the strings of cranberries that shone like little jewels.

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"You...can always ask for affection if you want it....you're in my house often enough" She offers absentmindedly as shes brushing his hair out of his face with the help of manicured nails.

"Are...you ok?" Martha knelt down level with his head, attempting to move some of his hair to see his face. "You sound like a sad teakettle, whats the matter?"

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MAKE MY CHARACTER FEEL LOVED.

all of this ANGST lately – while nice – it’s getting a bit OLD. I want your character to try their best and make mine feel super loved. give them ALL you’ve got. make them blush like crazy and CRY because they’ve never heard such beautiful things before. do it. I dare you.

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"I'm over six hundred years old" A shrug. "I'll give you, though, a couple were guesses. "

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"Traveling Yaoguai are gossips"

"True, but most of this stuff isn't...public knowledge. Plus, I'm not as social as I use to be and prefer being a hermit on my mountains."

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"Are...you ok?" Martha knelt down level with his head, attempting to move some of his hair to see his face. "You sound like a sad teakettle, whats the matter?"

Dionysus has draped himself, rather dramatically, over the table. Muffled whining, as he's lying facedown, can be heard coming from him. He's feeling neglected and wants to get loved on.

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Indie RP Blog for Katherine Shalazar, Guardian of Storytelling

A Study In: Storytelling, History, Found Family, War, A Child Soldier, Dreamers, Moonbeams, Inquiring Minds, Kind Hearts

Penned by Chibi

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Point out a flaw of my muse and see their reaction!

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Bright eyes had been scanning to look for an opening for escape. Just momentary attention off of her and she would be gone but it seemed no such luck. She didnt even want to be here!!! Who were these brutes just grabbing random people? The nerve.

It was during this escape consideration her attention was brought back by this....kid emperor or whoever he was snapping at her.

Painted red lips turning down in a slight scowl. "It is. In fact. My first time. Apologies " though she had a way of saying 'apologies' that sounded like 'eat jaguar shit'.

She didnt look like the other brides that she could tell...they looked like the emperor. All pretty but her skin was darker than theirs, her nose straighter, hair much curlier. Only one not to 'fit the mold' so to speak....at least that she could see.

Oh WHY did she have to suffer from magical exhaustion NOW!?

"-- Hey! Eyes on me, sweetheart! All attention must be on the Emperor, at all times.

This your first time at a palace for a bride line up, or what? "

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"And lots of time to do it when you're functionally immortal!" Martha chirped lightheartedly, using her fingers to blend some shading on her latest project. "Think I turn....six-hundred this year? Not sure. I lost exact track back in the 1500s-----may be off by half a century or so"

The comment of a smudge on her made her take a step to the side to peer into a mirror mounted on the wall. Laughing when she saw the dark streak across her cheek. "Not intentional but kinda inevitable! I always end up with charcoal on my face" The witch used the edge of her black tank top to wipe the charcoal off.

@devilofthecresentisle asked: "Being a menace to society is a full time job ya know and I am nothing if not dedicated!" Said as her hands are covered in charcoal dust…and a bit may be smeared on her cheek.(For dionysus)

The deity lets out an entertained laugh at her words before resting his cheek in the palm of his hand. Such an amusing mortal. He has to admit that he's starting to like her already. "Now that's what I like to hear. Being a menace to society is always a good thing!"

Smirk on his face growing, he points at the stain on her cheek. "You've got some charcoal there, by the way. Or is that intentional?"