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@viciousbite​

“ just let me sleep for five more minutes. ” //Michi.

MORNING AFTER SENTENCE (NOT ACCEPTING)

The morning rays… He can sense it over his pale skin; soft droplets of sun slowly embracing his whole persona, like a veil of beauty, enlightening his immense and flawless godly nature. Surely a spectacle crafted of perfection itself, Enel eventually opening his icy and cold blue eyes, slowly gathering his thoughts and coming back to reality. In the softness of his sheets, laid here entirely exposed, he’s soon to perceive the presence of another individual. In this holy moment, where God rises and wakes up, there’s a rotten surprise, stinking, like a piece of mud and dirt left on his bed, which immediately settles his mood to something utterly dark and dangerous. He remembers now… The heat of the night, the bottles of ambrosia, and that irresistible appetite for breaking someone. He had that urge to show his absolute power, dominating a dog-man until he was nothing but a pile of shivering mess and stuttering moans. Disgusting. 

His head follows the motion of his body, as he probes his elbow against the colorful pillow and leans on his side, jewels brushing the soft surface of the bed. He raises his index, mapping the collarbone of the man laid there, where deep and purple marks of his teeth are still present. He will carry those gifts for a few days for sure; Enel is always generous and brutal whenever he wants his pets to remember who dominated them, and who would always be their commander. At some point, that new victim of his endless quest of hedonism begins to move, his filthy presence becoming more and more unwelcome, Enel’s traits far from expressing any sort of kindness nor generosity anymore. Insolent creature. He’s now demanding five more minutes, while he has been abusing God’s time for far too long. It’s enough for Enel to flick his fingers. 

Without any warning, he presses his index against the throat of his guest, sending enough electricity in the depths of his muscles for Michi to wake up in the most brutal way. Enel is amused by the pain he senses, that veil of invisible electricity allowing him to perceive all those fickle and hidden emotions he adores. 

“What are you daring to ask for? Did I give you the permission to stay in the first place?” He snarls against his ears, before he brutally grabs Michi’s tenebrous collar, and throws the used man on the floor, definitely not bothered if his landing could be painful. “Pets are not sleeping in my bed. You’re a filth.” He adds with disgust, and waves his hand, his power enveloping his fingers, cracking in the silent atmosphere of the room. “Crawl back to the mud where you belong, or I shall roast every single inch of that useless stick you offered last night. It was a pitiful experiment, but I couldn’t hope any better from the barely humanly thing you are.”

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@penguin-of-the-heart​

Penguin was well aware that it happened to be Enels birthday, and was not at all keen on neglecting to give him well wishes. After managing to seek him out, with a slight bit of hassle, the younger man pulled the god into a tight hug. "Happy birthday Enel. I got you a gift." Pulling back enough to hand over the gift with a slight smile, he gestured for him to open it. Inside was a necklace, a silver moon charm with two lightning bolts surrounding it. There was also a little journal beneath it, intricate designs on the cover but blank for him to write or draw whatever he wished. "Thought you might like a little place to draw or write. I know its a bit silly...but hey, I though it was cute." Pressing his lips to the others cheek he smiled just a bit. "I hope you have a wonderful day." (Penguin-of-the-heart)

Relaxing somewhere on the beach, Enel is pleased to see Penguin looking for him. He has been quite relaxed for the entire day, and adding the presence of the first mate is definitely pleasant. He offers him a rather large smile, while he straightens himself back up, accepting the hug and returning it, gentle fingers brushing his white locks. 

“Ah, so you heard I’m aging today! Still not reluctant to share my bed, young little man?” He teases, a soft chuckle escaping his lips, before he eventually opens the present, exposing the charms in front of his eyes. 

His smile widens, before he clips it around his neck, admiring the jewel right there, hanging against his pale skin. The blank notebook would be definitely useful during his journey, as he loves to take notes over the new plants and the various shape of landscapes they are finding on their way. He looks back at Penguin and nods, bending down to press his lips on his forehead. 

“Thank you, little winter.” He pats his hair, dragging the man back against his chest. “I truly appreciate them.” 

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@abrupturn​

zion: so you're gonna let me spoil you today, right?~ -he has brought for enel a large assortment of plants from different islands, the vases that they are all contained in are all encrusted with beautiful, sapphire jewels.- happy birthday, enel! and if you thought this was the only present i had for you, just wait until we're alone... heheh...

There’s a lazy smile appearing on his features as soon as he sees the various plants and vases Zion is bringing him. His thief little lover is well aware of Enel’s love for nature, and combining the two with his appreciation of jewels and gems, well, the gift couldn’t be more perfect. He slowly puts himself back on his feet, feline steps crossing the distance, so he can have a proper look on the various plants he’s owning now. A lot of them are fragile, for sure, rare and delicate, but he’d perfectly be able to offer them the perfect environment. 

“My little kitten... They are lovely! I’m honestly amazed you found them, those are quite rare and difficult to transport.” He muses, fingers skimming the leaves, before his wrist moves and grips Zion’s. 

Before the thief can truly do something, Enel pulls him against his chest, and then bends down to tackle his back on the ground, one hand cupping his leg, laying it right against his own hip, crotched brought together in the process. “Don’t you forget about something?” He purrs sensually, his mouth already attacking his jawline while he clicks his fingers, footsteps heard all around them, like a flock of birds escaping a dangerous area. “I have all the power in my kingdom, and everyone obey me with a simple snap of my fingers...” 

He begins to nibble his neck, his tongue running all over his vein, his mouth traveling up to press a soft and hungry kiss right against his lips. “Shall I really need to snap them for you to give yourself to me? You’re the present I desire the most, and I don’t intend to be patient.” 

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@themercsadventures​

Ayla jumps on one of the couches of his garden, purring and smiling "Happy birthday Enel!!". She hands him two small packages, neatly wrapped in mid blue paper: in one he will find a pair of white gold earrings, the shape of a lightning; in the other, the seeds of an apple plant that produces fruits with a shade of gold.

From what he can see, her mood is quite lifted today, and he’s definitely glad to have a lovely purring feline jumping on his couch, while most of it is already surrounded with various presents offered by his followers. He rolls an arm around her shoulders, and allows her to come right against his chest, like he would do with a pet he appreciates, even if he values Ayla quite more than just one of his happy distractions. At least, he doesn’t want to hurt the woman. 

“You do remember, after all.” He smiles, and tousles her dark hair, his fingers skimming her feline ears before he eagerly attacks the wrapping paper of his gifts. 

He’s definitely happy to add more jewels to his collection, looking at the shape, reminding him his absolute power when it comes to lightning. He places it back in her hands, while he grips his earlobe at the same time. “Clip them for me, would you? I feel lazy today.” 

A reason to be pampered, for sure, but at the same time, it would give him plenty of time to analyze this second packet, and that seed he’s more than curious to grow in his garden. After all, combining gold and apples is surely a godly present. 

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@viciousbite​

There's a curious Michi alone and exploring around, new scents and sounds. His tail and canine ears present as always. So far he hadn't found anything worth his interest so he's there to cause chaos as always by setting a few plants on fire out of boredom. "Aaa... Oopsie.." Maybe he had gone the wrong way on his seek for entertainment, but new Island and he had left his crew to deal with resupplies while he did his own exploring.

Another lazy day where he hopes to enjoy himself, his large persona laid on his favorite futon, eating a particular good apple, bathing in the afternoon sun. He loves to be in that position of power, his mantra scanning the busy streets down his cloud, his hidden Garden always feared by the Skypiean. He hears whispers, secrets… He bites on his apple and smiles, while he gathers all those forbidden knowledge to one day make them pay for their insolence. He loves to make them suffer, their ridiculous little whimpers such a delight for his ears and his soul. God is powerful and absolute, and God shall always be the one ruling over the world. 

While he’s certain to have a wonderful day, something eventually disturbs his mantra. A sudden presence, close from his private garden, a few clouds under, where he stores a good amount of his personal plants and other flowers for his own pleasure. He smells the reeking scent of an intruder, a walking garbage. Soon, his eyes are wide open, the fool burning his plants, far away from knowing the deepness of Enel’s wrath and his capacity to endlessly torture those who are stupid enough to test his wrath. Throwing his apple away, he’s already turning under his logia form, an invisible threat, while he rushes to the place where he senses the intruder’s essence. 

In the loudest crack, invisible until the very end of his trip, Enel’s figure is suddenly appearing behind the stranger, his fingers already clenched against his nape. With his natural strength, he would throw the man face against the dirt if he can’t escape, a wide smirk full of darkness and horrible promises twisting the corner of his lips. 

“Yahahaha, I caught the dirty mouse who ruined my Garden...” He whispers in his ear, while he sends a large amount of electricity through his fingers, hoping to numb his nerves, and forbids him to talk, walk, or escape for at least a few hours, that particular ability turning his victims into puppets. “I value my plants more than your life… What you did to them today will be punished a hundred times. I have no mercy for fools like you…” He snarls, his fingers clenched strongly around his neck. “You will regret trespassing my Garden, disgusting vermin.”

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@moondemi-goddess​

It was rude for a halfling to speak to a pureblood without first asking permission; that was something pounded into Reina's head while she was still a child, and yet she couldn't help her overwhelming curiosity in this moment. "Who exactly are you? I don't know that I've ever heard or read of an Enel before."

Ah... Children... A pestilence.

He hates them perhaps even more than he hates humans, quite unamused with their curiosity and their rudeness, already bored with their lack of interest. He has never been patient with children, because his own childhood has been nothing but a long suffering. Being a Birkan is nothing but a pleasant life, trained too early to become a soldier, all those childish dreams disappearing way too soon, and way too brutally. That’s probably why he hates them so much, and why he’s already feeling his patience growing thin. 

“Before you open your mouth to ask your utterly stupid questions, I suggest you should think twice before bothering someone who likes to kill without any warning.” To emphasize his words, he raises his index, a strong ray of electricity crossing the distance between them, skimming her shoulder, enough to scratch her skin, if she doesn’t have anything to protect herself. 

A devilish smirk grows onto his features, while he lazily presses his closed fist against his cheek, his cold and blue eyes hoping to see some fear and tears in her own. “You never heard about me before, but I can teach you in the most brutal way that pronouncing my name could only bring disaster and pain.” He pauses, his smile widening on his features. “Because I’m God, and I have no mercy for the weak.”

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@calmcorvus​

He's not great at romance – but he would try, just for Enel. A small treat for when he'd finally return home. Rocinante knew candles were required, table set nicely with the moody lighting as a centerpiece, and the lingering smell of burnt food suggested he had cooked something as well. Despite that, he was just finishing hanging a (similarly charred) apron up when he heard the door, greeting the other with that big grin. "Welcome home...!"

There’s a suspicious smell emanating from their home, and Enel feels slightly surprised and worried to discover another catastrophe. Nothing reassuring when it comes to his tall fiancé, quite eager to please Enel is the most romantic way, but often failing because of his natural clumsiness. It’s honestly a miracle he has been able to live until now, and while Enel eventually steps in the room, he’s at first utterly content to discover that his blond man is still alive, healthy, and that their home is still standing. He offers a happy smile, while he skirts the table, his index brushing the wood, arctic eyes contemplating the plates and candles with soft eyes. That greeting though and his smile… Dear lord, Enel could set the world of fire to see it every day.

“Scheming behind my back, I see?” Enel purrs, always so content to be the center of Rocinante’s attention. He rolls his arm around his waist, looking up, eager to dig his eyes in the endless whiskey-honey pool of his lover. “What’s the occasion?”

He’s afraid for one second that he missed something important, his attention sometimes drifting along with his mood, his only way to remain calm and composed when Rocinante is around. He doesn’t mind the horrible smell of the burnt food invading his nose at the moment; he would happily eat poison for the man he loves.

“But wait, I have something for you. I think it would be perfect for your table.” Enel remembers, standing on his tip toes to press his lips at the birth of his jawline. Ah, he always wants to touch him… He feels like a magnet driven by his favorite piece of metal, and dragged there, plastered against his favorite person. He turns around to grab his bag, retrieving two large sunflowers he found on the road back to their home. Abandoning his grip, he quickly finds the largest vase of the house, filling it with water before he displays the flowers on the table, walking back to Rocinante.

“What’s for dinner?” He asks, circling his waist, urgently pressing his lips all over his collarbone. “I’m starving, and I have a certain idea of what we could have for dessert.” He smirks, unable to tame his everlasting pervert nature. Though, he appreciates the romantic attention, and wouldn’t spoil the moment, gently skimming Rocinante’s fingers. “I love you.”

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@chillin-at-partys-bar​

"Wanna get into trouble?" That might mean something different for the other guy than it did for him, but Shanks would roll with it.

A long exhale escapes God’s throat while he hums and grimaces, the despicable and dangerous presence of Shanks invading the air and tickling his mantra. Ah, it has been quite a long time since they didn’t see each other, but Enel is already aware that the red-hair wouldn’t change his attitude nor his everlasting quest of shenanigans. Enel feels already mentally drained... But also thrilled to meet who he considers his friend, despite their dramatically different personalities. 

“I see that despite the months apart, you’re still having that childish persona.” He judges openly, before he eventually tilts his head, patting his chin at the same time. “What kind of fun, exactly?” 

He’s always curious... and it’s never a good idea. 

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@themercsadventures​

Her gaze is on him, eyes blinking a couple of times, the question pressing the inside of her lips, yet she keeps them closed. They have again crossed paths in their own journeys, a thing that both seem to rather enjoy. Her eyes trail up to look at the four little drums on the metal ring that is fixed on his back, urgency to ask growing stronger. Will she cross the line? Ayla is aware that it would probably be a personal question and that doing so, it would uncover something...different from just an acquaintanceship. She is...afraid. But, with her surprise, not that much. The mercenary had grown fond of God, their encounters something she dearly and deeply enjoyed, so...maybe...maybe it wasn't that bad, right? "Enel - she finally speaks - not to be intrusive, but...how did you end up with that item on your back?"

She has something to ask, he can tell. There’s a different aura and smell in her wake, something which seems to burn from the inside, revealing a quite curious nature, but he doesn’t find it unsuitable nor rude. He appreciates people who are eager to discover more about their lands, or to simply ask him questions, as he believes he has so many things to teach and talk about in the first place. He’s a rarity, unique among the sky islanders, and unique in his perception of his own power. So patiently, he waits, fingers scanning the bowl of grapes to pick the perfect one. He always wants to laugh at her fear, quite surprised for such a fierce woman to experience it in the first place. Would he hate what she’d dare to request? Arctic eyes back on her tanned features, he’s waiting, gulping his fruit until she eventually opens her mouth. 

Ah. The drums. She grew curious about them and she wishes to have an answer, of course. Enel somehow could predict it, as her eyes have been sometimes gazing at the structure hammered in his back. He smiles, while he feels in the mood to oblige with her curiosity. After all, he’s the one who created this instrument in the first place. 

“You’re curious to know why I don't have wings myself?” Enel hums, before he eventually wipes his hand and pushes his back further against the couch. “We grew close enough for you to know I don’t like this topic, but if you insist, I don’t mind answering either, because I made the choice to wear this item rather than keeping my Birkan attributes.” He explains with a tranquil voice, pressing his cheek against his closed fist. 

“When I ate my devil fruit, I soon discovered that electricity is a fickle and dangerous power. It runs through your body with an intensity rarely seen, and while your organs do their best to handle the endless flow of power, they can’t keep up with the full potential of the fruit.” He begins, raising his fingers to let strands of electricity run around them. “It’s delicate to master that form of electricity. Usually it bursts too hard and you need to remain utterly careful if you wish to stay alive, and I couldn’t bear the idea to use my power only for futilities, while I could expand it if I’d be able to think about a way to channel it.” He pauses before he lazily smiles. “My wings were only a burden to my Birkan conditions, and I couldn’t suffer anymore from being a part of those people. I ripped them off, and I designed this particular item to properly use the fruit I ate to become God.”

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@abrupturn​

“ i told you, i’ll love you no matter what. i’ll wipe the blood off your skin. i’ll clean the dirt off your hands from every grave you dig. i don’t care if you’re a monster. ” ( zion! )

meme for that specific brand of ships (always accepting) 

There are people who wish to suffer. People who shall die under his watch. Walking back to his Garden, blood covering his face, torso and fingers, Enel looks like the beast he is, craving for blood, violence and war. He took the throne of Skypiea using his most brutal strength, crushing those who were standing against him, denying him his holy power, arguing with his total supremacy. Those particular people are now dust soiling the lands of his paradise, the few rebellious ones living around always watched and spied by the infamous God of Skypiea. He’ll wipe their existence if they ever dare to raise their voices once again, his mind clouded with the only proof of his total power; thunder itself, offering him all the magic he needs to be forever feared. Today is the day he gave them a bloody reminder of his wrath, his expression betraying his profound hatred, his hands steady, but his fists still clenched as he entered his home, arctic eyes falling on the silver irises of his lover. 

For one second he stands there, observing the one he beds every night, his heart pumping regularly within his chest, as only the echo of those droplets of blood falling on the marble is disturbing the silence. He’s not wearing any sort of mask when there’s Zion around; he’s gifted by every single inch of his persona. Enel clicks his tongue as he comes closer, his mind still boiling with all that violence he has been serving for a few hours. He curls his lips into the most demonic grimace, madness written all over his features. 

“See? This is who I am. This is what you worship and love. Would you wish to escape before you’d suffer from my whims and pay with the price of your life, Zion?” Enel snarls with a deep voice, while he wonders if one day, Zion wouldn’t leave him as well. He’s despicable, cruel and brutal. He’d be able to harm him, even kill him. It’s unsafe for the thief to remain close, and yet, Zion, stubborn as ever, decides to say something entirely different. 

         “ I told you, I’ll love you no matter what. I'll wipe the blood off your skin. I'll clean the dirt off your hands from every grave you dig. i don’t care if you’re a monster. ”

His voice is sincere, Enel doesn’t sense any sort of lies, nor he feels any fear or disgust emanating from his aura. Zion appears to be perfectly honest, far from using tricks nor lies to fake the most genuine feeling they are both experimenting when they are together. Silently, Enel walks to cross the distance between them, his irises as cold as his expression, while he raises his fingers to eventually brush Zion’s face, cupping his cheek inside of his large palm. He doesn’t care about the blood painting his tan skin, nor the fact it’s not even his in the first place, he eventually scoops Zion within his arms, so they can be face to face once again. He smirks, as he believes his lover wouldn’t dare to push him away even if that states of dirtiness, moving in the direction of his private onsen, his wrath slightly appeased as he knows he’d be loved by this particular man no matter how monstrous he can be. 

“You’re such a twisted mind. I wonder how the world has been able to smash that little head of yours so you see beauty in these horrors I commit in the name of my power.” Enel snarls, before he savagely presses his lips against Zion’s. He wants to taste them over and over gain in another powerful battle, his tongue immediately inviting the smaller one to share that passionate dance. Ah, what a blessed existence! He can even share his most brutal nature without fearing to lose the only person who seems capable to understand his deepest and darkest flaws. From that prior intense wrath, Enel is now surrendering to that intense lust, his kiss suggestive enough to let the thief know what would be his fate in the next minutes.

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@citrus-himmel​

Spots to kiss + 32 (middle finger) || :)

SPOTS THE KISS! (ACCEPTING)

Another of their bickering, while they are perhaps pushing the game further than before, how strange. Nami is a sly creature, but Enel would never concede any kind of victory in the first place. He’s harsher than she would never be, he’s stronger in many ways. He doesn’t need to prove his superiority, but she keeps pushing, debating, as if there would be a way for her to defeat thunder. He appreciates her new weapon ; a cute gadget for sure, but probably not that efficient. The both of them have been eager to see if she’s really able to challenge him the way she believes, leading into a very unfair fight where Enel has just teased her the entire time, before proving his word. Another mistake, but ah, isn’t she cute when she makes them?

As she lost the combat, Enel nonchalantly seated on her belly, a massive smirk plastered on his lips, he peers down at her annoyed features, one of his foot pressed on her baton to forbid her to take it back. He’s also half levitating, somehow his gentle way to prove it’s nothing but a friendly fight ; she would have probably choke under his weight if he really wanted to.

“Will you finally listen? I told you that you’ve lost.” He laughs softly, feeling her body wiggling under his rear. At some point, she eventually raises her free hand. He anticipates another of her small punch, perhaps a way to demand him to stand up, and as an answer, Enel bends down, and offers her his middle finger. “Don’t be so cocky, you can’t make me move from here, it’s now God’s favorite seat.”

And as his finger seems close enough for her to catch it, Enel witnesses Nami eventually grabs it, pressing her lips on it, eyes still so full of challenge and mischief, locked on him. He laughs loudly to the provocation, somehow happily surprised by this behavior. God, she loves to bite, doesn’t she?

“No one really told you to behave, mmh?” He stays right there, withdrawing his hand after a moment. He’s intrigued enough to be in a good mood.