sugarshittori

[sugarshittori]

[sugarshittori]

Everyone gets chocolate today.

EVERYONE.

[sugarshittori]

[sugarshittori]

nightmacht:

Seeing as she was helping in shifting her weight, he didn’t have much trouble with freeing her and soon, he pulled her over the bowl rim and placed her on the ground. Now that the glass barrier was gone, he could observe her better. Observe her scar. It was an indication she may have lived a rough life. But whatever had caused the wound, she had survived. That was definitely a good thing and Doflamingo found himself wondering: could she be useful? After all, yes, he loved his family dearly, but it was hard to deny that anyone who wasn’t useful didn’t make the cut. There were many broken people out there, after all. People crawling around in misery trying to find a way out. But only those willing to pledge their lives and fates to them, only those he deemed worthy to help. Doflamingo was not a kind-hearted man after all. Why should the blond rescue someone who wouldn’t or couldn’t help him out? No, kindness for a useless stranger was wasted kindness.

Doflamingo wasn’t quite sure what to do with the shackles: freeing her from them would definitely place him in a good light, but should he? He tapped his foot a few times on the ground before he decided that, first, he should get to know her a bit.

“I’d like to ask you a few questions.”

A small announcement and he waited a minute, letting her register his words. It wouldn’t do good to overwhelm her with questions.

“What is your name?”

The tail flopped over the side of the bowl, slipping down the smooth surface before it slapped on the ground as she was placed down. Silently the tail curled under her to give her some sort of stable base to stand on while he observed her. He was taking a lot more of an interest in her than she had expected him to do so and she was thankful for that, even if the feeling of him staring at her scar made her fluster and look away from him for a moment. 

Her hands lifted up, fingers trailing down the mess of a scar as she smiled sadly. ‘Papa’, lips formed that word in something that could have easily been mistaken as blame of him for the scar if she wasn’t smiling. He had been the one to donate skin to help out his poor daughter when she was in pain. Fingers veered off to rest her palm against the rougher skin fondly. It almost felt like she was home for those few moments.

Doflamingo’s words brought her back to reality and she looked up at him once more with pretty green eyes. Eagerly she was happy to respond, a finger lifting up to the air to haphazardly try to spell out her name in mirrored letters to he could read it easier.

S h i t t o r i

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nightmacht:

As Doflamingo inserted the key, he couldn’t help but shiver at seeing the mark on her back. The hoof of the flying dragon. Dragon was a too grand word for the scum in Mariejois and he found himself growing angry yet relieved. They had rejected him but by having been rejected, he had found his true family and home and of course, powers. He no longer needed that title, though being aligned with them certainly brought forth advantages.

He’d have to cover that mark sooner or later. Even if she didn’t stay with them or if he kicked her out, he’d feel bad leaving her with that ugly thing. Turning the key around, he heard a click and removed the collar from her neck. Then, without a care in the world, threw it away, over his shoulder, the loud clank making him feel something. Perhaps it was… Satisfaction? Strange. He wondered why he felt like that.

“Here,” perhaps it was boredom, insanity, both of them or something entirely different, but he reached out. In a way, she was like many of his family: broken by her environment. And he could use that. He could twist that.

“Come on out.”

He wasn’t quite sure he’d be able to lift her out with only one arm so eventually, his second arm joined the first one. He wasn’t afraid. Doflamingo knew that whatever would happen, he could deal with it.

Shittori felt an odd sense of pleasure shiver through her body once the collar was off, not expecting her shoulders and neck to feel so much lighter after having it removed. Her hands had to catch herself from toppling over, shuddered breaths falling against the glass as panted. She could actually breath properly again without feeling the cold metal press against her skin. Tears prickled at her eyes once again, but this time because of the sheer joy that came with feeling the vibrations moving through the glass as the collar hit the ground. She got as much joy from that action as he had.

Those joyful eyes stared up at the man, surprise showing in them as he reached out to her. Not only was he freeing her from the collar but it seemed as though he was freeing her from the glass prison too. Had she done something to deserve such kindness? Whatever the case, she followed his request, moving to his arms and so he could help her out. 

His arms felt so warm against her body, It made her briefly forget that she was classified as his property and still in a weakened state from the seastone shackles around her wrists. Fingers managed to grab the rim of the bowl, helping to aid in the retrieval of her from her container. 

She smelled oddly sweet considering she was a creature of the salty ocean...

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devilslcg:

Glad as he was that he had air to breath, he was beginning to realize that the water was slowly growing colder. The very surface of his skin became prickled with little bumps, body trembling as the dark of night chilled at the air and the ocean. It would take quite a while for it to grow dangerously cold, but he would rather be out of the water long before that happened.

Although, a new kind of shiver traveled down his spine when her large finger traced letters into his palm. He felt a jittery shake every time she touched a sensitive patch of nerves on his hand, lips twitching into a goofy smile.

“I’d like that, but I don’t want you to leave.” His enthusiasm withered under the notion that their meeting might be a short-lived one. Sanji had met his fair share of merpeople, but he hated how little time he had with them. Something always kept him away, and he would be damned if he let it happen again.

Taking in one last deep breath, he peered down at her with a determined glimmer in his blue eyes. “If you take me up, stay with me for a little while. It wouldn’t feel right to let you leave after you helped me. Are you hungry? I could make you something to eat. Please, I have to thank you properly.”

The air above would be colder than the water was, and water mixed with the ocean breezes was sure to be even worse for him still. There was a better option for him though. Her little domain that she called home. It was warm, he could even warm up in what was basically a hot spring, her heated lazing pool where she would relax while reading. His clothing could even dry off under the fan that she used to help dry out the books she found in the wrecks.

She hadn’t seen the way his face shifted about as she drew her words on his hand, but she did feel the way he shivered when her finger drew over certain areas. Shittori should have felt bad for it but she was eager to draw her finger over those spots, focusing her letters to purposely draw over them. 

He didn’t seem to want to leave, even though he had offered for her to stay with him if she delivered him to the shore. Once more her finger started to draw over his hand.

    I can take you somewhere warm and dry under the ocean if you would like.     It would be safer for me down there.      It’s nice and warm there too.

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nightmacht:

For once, Doflamingo was actually unsure what to do. He couldn’t even explain why, but somehow, seeing her sitting in the bowl, helpless and weak… It brought memories back from his little brother, memories of himself, back as a child. He couldn’t help but wonder if he should consider helping her. Perhaps if she had some use, he could use her as a servant in the palace. It wasn’t like he desired to have a slave in the first place. Disco and his dumb sense of gifts. He should definitely put that maniac in his place.

Humming, he instinctively brought his hand to his chin, index finger tapping on his skin. If he were to use her as a servant, he would at least have to know her better. Letting an unknown stranger into his house? No way! But perhaps, if he could get to know her, some of this uneasiness burning in his chest might disappear.

“I figure that collar’s as comfortable as it looks. Want me to take it off?” he had the keys in his pocket, after all, having received them from the servants who had put the bowl inside the main hall. Doflamingo could definitely handle her without her chains. She seemed to lack bloodlust. Or she was a very good actress.

With that said (and without really waiting for any response), he headed over to the bowl, effortlessly reaching inside with the keys. Hopefully, she wouldn’t try to bite his arm off. Maybe she would succeed who knows?

“You’ll need to manoeuvre a bit so I can find the keyhole.”

It was a strange feeling being trapped in a large fish bowl, able to see the world and have the world see you, but unable to interact with it. The only texture she could feel was the smooth glass that she felt so bad for smudging as it meant a mark was made between herself and that world out there, a reminder that she wasn’t as free as she seemed.

She had not expected to be given the chance to at least be free of the horrible thick and heavy collar about her neck. Shittori would have been happier with the shackles off instead, simply because it would let her nimble fingers move more freely around, but she was not going to object to what Doflamingo desired. The collar was what kept her being unable to escape due to it’s self-destructive properties. She’d be glad to be rid of it also.

Her actions were shy but she followed with the request, putting her weight on the bottom section of her tail so she could lift herself closer to him. Arms lifted to gather her hair over one shoulder as she faced her back to him, exposing the keyhole on the back of the collar and inadvertently exposing part of that mark on her back that showed her to be a slave. The marking itself was still somewhat fresh, some of the burns still blistering from the branding.

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bearxclaws:

Candy! Anita gasped and snatched the bag, fingers pulling it open. A couple of the candies rested on the inside of her cheek, the sweet taste almost melting the acrobat from the inside. Her fondness for sweets was hard to hide when someone was offering to give her something to snack on.

Cheeks puffed, she leaned forward to read the new message. She nearly choked on her candy when she read it. The back of her hand swept across her wet lips, eyes darting up to the fishwoman. “Are y’serious? We’ve been lookin’ forever for a cook or two, but we can’t find anyone that’s willin’ t’feed so many people.”

As addicted to sweets as she was, even Anita knew that she would need something other than baked treats and candies to live. She enjoyed meat just a smidgen more than chocolate and sugar, but she wasn’t going to shrug off Shittori agreeing to help. Any food was good food. Besides, having someone that was a decent cook aboard might convince someone else to join them.

“We’ve got room on our ship! If you talk t’my captain, I’m sure he’ll understand if y’ can’t stay long.”

It was always nice to see someone so eager for sweets, even if Shittori knew they weren’t good for anyone. Sure, they were alright for cheering someone up but the nutrition really wasn’t there. Joy was worth the risks though, wasn’t it? What was the point in living life depressed. As long as the person was eating other things too, it didn’t matter.

Fingers drummed on Shittori’s cheek in thought. She had to admit that for that amount of people it seemed that Anita was seriously underestimating how many cooks they should have.

I think that may be your problem. You are spending days on end at sea They have to serve all meals.  The amount of preparation for that many people would be incredible. They would have no time to themselves what so ever.

Her sugar proceeded to animate what it was like. Two lonely people getting up hours before the rest to get up and prep for breakfast. They were also the ones having to clean down and start prepping for lunch just about right away. Rinse and repeat for dinner. They were the first ones up and the last ones to go to sleep.

I’d say at least 4 people. Two to prep, two to cook.  Seperated in two teams. One for breakfast One for dinner Combine together at lunch to increase turn over. Six would be even better so you could do teams of 3.

Shittori explained, going through the possible reasons why it had been so difficult for Anita to find people to take on the job.

I could always try to teach some of the crew how to cook.  It would help. They might pick up the knack for cooking savoury things more than I would.

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devilslcg:

Their lighthearted conversation had taken a sour turn, and he regretted that. In his honest opinion, Shittori was a pleasant woman. She was a joy to talk to, and it didn’t bother him that she was much larger than he was. Her thoughts and feelings were as important to him as his own, and her feelings now were shaken. He could tell without having read the note that she was hurting. Sanji knew what it felt like to miss someone near and dear to you and shared in her quiet suffering.

Inching closer, Sanji cautiously placed a hand against her back. He leaned in and propped his head against her, but remained quiet because comforting people had never been a talent of his. Smoothing his hand over her back felt like it might have been enough, but he wasn’t able to keep quiet for long.

“You don’t have to hide it. I miss my mother too.” She was the only one he would openly admit to missing, but he wouldn’t venture any further into his own past. He would, however, try his best to convince her that there was no shame in missing good people.

It was her fault the conversation had taken a sour turn. She should have just kept it to herself like she always had, no one needed to see her stupidly large form bawling hot tears for something she hadn’t experienced in well over two decades.  Perhaps that was why it bothered her so much, because she had never gotten it off her chest just how much she missed her family. Even with her teacher she had been too busy learning and doing instead of remembering.

I’m sorry.

Her hand made an action to apologise, fingers pinching at her forehead before the hand straightened out move down and out away from her. The sugar grains spelling out her apology were shaky, almost illegible. She had to be making Sanji worry over her, that much was evident by the way he had taken up stroking away at her back, an action more soothing than he could ever realise. 

Leaning her head into her hands once more she let the tears keep falling until she felt as though she couldn’t cry any more. Poor Sanji had to feel terrible trying to deal with her upset mood. Rubbing the tears away once more she then slapped her hands to her thighs and huffed, lips pressing into a thin line as she gave Sanji a thumbs up. She had to be strong. 

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snacktimeismetime

“ I wouldn’t know I was married for only a day.” Crossing his arms he thought about that a little.  “ Mama says I wasn’t cut out to be a great husband but she says I’m a good fighter and so that’s what I have been doing. “ The heat source she mentioned made him think. “All I can make is Mochi and other mochi related things.”

Only a day? Well, marriage wasn’t suited for everyone out there. Shittori wasn’t going to make assumptions that it was because of the cruel underbelly the Charlotte family. 

Mochi and mochi related things are good! I like mochi! The sticky, chewy texture is so nice! I can technically make anything but I can only control sugar with my powers. The sugar has to be moving when you apply the heat to make cotton candy.

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nightmacht:

Doflamingo almost felt bad for stressing her out. He could tell, by her eyes, by her posture that he was intimidating her to the point of fear. However, he couldn’t really help it, could he? He was a man of power, a villain in many eyes… It was part of his charisma which was wrapped around him, just like his feather coat.

When she moved her finger, he watched her. He didn’t feel any need to stop her. After all, it seemed she was spelling words out. Doflamingo merely waited, memorizing all the memories, reading along with her message.

“I’m useless…” just like Rocinante. A reject. Not pretty. Cannot speak. Cannot swim.

Anger was rising up inside of him. Why? This creature was of no concern to him. However, hearing someone pity themselves, it angered him. If the world rejected you, you just had to reject the world back! If you were unable to do certain things, then you should do other things! He bit his lip but remained still until she stopped spelling out letters. Only then did he stomp his foot on the ground.

“Enough.”

He didn’t want to know that much about her, didn’t need to know how she felt about himself, didn’t need to be reminded of how even he himself felt helpless at times. It all welled up as he stared into her eyes.

“For now, wipe your tears. I’m not planning on hurting you. However, believing your message, it wouldn’t be right for me to let you go. You’d die. Do you want to die?”

It wasn’t so much Doflamingo who was intimidating to Shittori, no, she would have been acting the same way no matter who had come to obtain her. At the very least he was talking to her which in itself was a relief. Anxiety would be twice-fold what it was currently if her questions had been left unanswered and interactions had been more limited or non-existant. 

He at least was watching her finger as it spelled out the words for him. It was the least she could ask. In that aspect he was one of the kinder people who could have ended up with this useless mass of fishy woman.

Biting his lip told her she was doing something wrong, a visual cue that she would sometimes use herself when she was not too happy. When his foot stomped on the ground and the vibrations shook at her glass prison she cowered, hand quickly pulling away from the glass as though he had burned her through the barrier with his anger.

She wished she could see his eyes through his glasses, it was hard to truly gauge his reactions to her without them.

The fear subsided somewhat at his words that followed. Her hand promptly lifted to rub away the tears that had welled in her eyes before fingers fell to wring nervously together. His words had purpose to them, some form of logic, letting her go back to the water would most likely be sending her to a slow death of starvation at the bottom of the ocean. 

Timidly she shook her head no in response. 

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nightmacht:

As he spoke, he observed her. She was definitely not like how people thought mermaids looked. Or perhaps, she was just an accident? Nonetheless, he was intrigued. He had never seen a mermaid up close in all honesty, mainly because during his journey to the New World he didn’t waste time stopping at places and interacting with others, but also because he didn’t actually pay much attention to human trade and slavery anymore. He had to focus on his new deal, which was the production of SMILES.

She gave a nod, though hesitant. Doflamingo couldn’t really blame her for it. After all, he was tall and wore strange clothes. Not to mention the air of intimidation. He couldn’t help that last part, he was quite on edge right now, as he always was with strangers. He doubted she could do much to him though, collared and shackled, but he’d rather not underestimate her and get into trouble.

Doflamingo wanted to ask about the water until he noticed her hands moving. Immediately, bittersweet memories of a clumsy traitor came up and he bit his lip so hard, he could taste little drops of blood. He shouldn’t take his wrath out on her, but he couldn’t help the anger rising in his chest. No matter what anyone claimed, Doflamingo had loved his little brother. Had genuinely desired for him to stay by his side as long as possible. And what had his little brother returned? A knife in his back.

Despite occasionally having Rocinante talk to him in sign language, he couldn’t quite make out what she was saying.

“You can’t speak?” he was warry. Regardless of the answer, Doflamingo would not be able to trust her. Simply as that, because the last “mute” person he had met had lied about it. Heading over closer to the bowl, he tapped on the glass.

“Truly, you are quite the mystery.”

She wish she knew why she could no longer swim, she wish she knew what had caused her to end up being beached and captured. It was that sense of unknowing that had her the most upset. She wanted to feel that cool water surrounding her, yet could not because it weakened her so. Wanted to go back to her family, but would sink if she even tried. It hurt to not know why these things were happening to her.

Every time she tried to press herself further away from him, the curved bowl shape had her slipping back down to the bottom, tail eventually giving up to curl around her shape as she did her best to shrink down. To appear smaller might give him the impression that she was of no danger to him, such a little threat that he wouldn’t need to harm her. It didn’t seem as though he understood her request for help, or perhaps he simply did not want to.  At the very least he had acknowledged her lack of ability to speak.

Her finger reached out to press against the glass, spelling out words in reversed with her shivering digit.

I’m useless. A reject. Not pretty. Cannot speak. Cannot swim.  Barely worth calling a mermaid. You can have my fins to eat or sell. I don’t mind. Please, just let me go.

Stressed tears were blossoming in her eyes, she didn’t know what else she could do. She had no where to hide to disguise the tears.

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snacktimeismetime:

“ You don’t have friends that are also big do you?” He was easily serious about everything he was up to.

“I had to deal with a wife that was four feet tall and could make cotton candy.”

He moved to leave since that was a no, but he might be back when she least wanted it.

She felt bad that she wasn’t able to provide him what he had wanted. If she had any knowledge of him what-so-ever things may have been different. Should he push the subject though, she might very well agree to it.

I'm afraid I do not. Your wife sounds as though she was cute. I could make cotton candy too, but I would require the use of a heat source.

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snacktimeismetime:

He just  tugged and tore some fabric off some green curtain nearby and wrapped it around her. “ Scars happen, Even though you will never see my face is that acceptable? “

She looked up to him and tipped her head to the side. It had been a while since she had found herself so genuinely intrigued by someone, if only because of the manner of which he spoke to her in.

Thank you but I wouldn't want to force anyone to deal with me for such an extended period of time. It would be no fair on you.

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snacktimeismetime:

“A normal face? “ He didn’t get this, was it a pun?  “ Just looking into someone around my size for a third wife or something, not that the other two are alive anymore.”

He considered her face to be normal? How sweet of him.

I do not see myself as managing to be a decent wife. I cannot talk, you would have to sit and read everything I wrote. I'm not pretty either. By anyones standards.

[sugarshittori]

" You single?"

With this kind of face on me? Naturally. Why?

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@sugarshittori is one of the most interesting oc’s I’ve run into Shittori was DressrosaTeddy back in the good old days of rping and she was so nice to me even when everyone else wasn’t. I don’t think I’d have been able to stay in the fandom without her help and guidance. It’s a shame not many people like to talk to people who have certain muses of body types people frown upon, because her muse is cute and amazing size or no size.

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