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nad-zeta · 5 years ago

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Match up ^o^

May I request a Match up, please?

I’m at the part when I have to choose a route and I honestly don’t know/care. So I decided why not let some lovely internet stranger choose for me? Who do you think I would pair the best with?

I also noticed how much effort and detail you put into these so I decided that it was only fair to try to put in just as much effort in requesting. Or maybe I am just extremely vain so blabbering on this much about myself comes naturally (I also wouldn’t be too suprised if this were the case lol). Either way, I apologise for this getting so long. And without further ado, let’s learn about yours truly. Uh, yay?

I will start with my physical appearance because that’s easiest.

First of all, I am rather tall for a woman. Pair that with the fact that I constantly wear boots with 8 centimetre or greater heels and I almost always cap out somewhere above 182 centimetres (that’s 6 feet in American). So yes. I’m not exactly the approachable type, on the account of my height and near constant resting bitch face. I always look pissed off at something (and to be fair, I usually am).

I am a brunette with boring brown eyes. Nothing of note there.

I prefer to walk on my toes, for whatever reason. I also have great posture when I walk and these two factors always make it seem like I am floating. I’ve been told that I always seem very confident and self-assured. Which is complete bullshit because 90% of the time, I am winging it.

I am a dancer (of sorts. More on that later), so I am rather slim and toned. This is literally the only aspect of my physicality that I am actually confident in. The rest of me can burn in hell for all I care.

I am also very touch adverse. I hate the feeling of skin touching my skin it grosses me touch. However. There are a select few people in this world that I accept and enjoy hugs and cuddles from (and who I could snuggle with for hours). If I let anyone cuddle me that means I trust said person unconditionally and feel extremely comfortable around them. It’s essentially the ultimate statement of trust.

Onto personality.

If you can’t already tell, I have about as much dignity as a wet cat. I while I certainly do have an ego, it can be kind of difficult to bruise. Publically, I am absolutely shameless and don’t give two shits about what others think.

I have a tongue of steel and can rapid fire the most atrocious insults and comebacks when provoked. I’m known for my venomous sarcasm and biting wit among my own circles. I have a line for nearly every single situation so one-liners have become my thing. Which works out for me because I am a huge flirt.

I’ll flirt with pretty much anyone regardless of gender, I don’t give a crap. To clarify, it’s not because I am an attention whore (okay, yes. I am a complete attention whore), it’s because I am a theatre kid so excessive eye contact and sexual jokes are kinda where I thrive. I am also not afraid to get questionably lascivious with my flirting if someone tries to out-pace me. I never blush, I never falter, and I never let anyone know that they got the better of me. It shows weakness.

Despite my salacious façade, I am not inherently a sexual person. As a matter of fact, I am quite the opposite. I don’t experience sexual attraction (kudos to my asexual humans. I see you). This has rendered me practically immune to all charm, crushes, and sex appeal. It makes my life a lot easier, in my opinion. I don’t get too attached. I also enjoy messing around with the egos of fuck boys.

As mentioned earlier, I am an attention whore. I love showing off because I crave validation (this could point to some deep seated insecurities about myself that I refuse to acknowledge…. Ahem). Being on stage as where I thrive. And yes, I am a dancer, as I stated earlier. But I am not your conventional prissy ballerina. I am a circus performer. More specifically, I’m an aerialist. I have covered trapeze, contortion (I am unnaturally flexible), lyra, and silks. It’s a lot of fun almost dying every day and finding bruises in the most questionable places (if you cant already tell, I am an adrenaline junkie. I took karate for the first dozen or so years of my life and have recently been searching for more weapons combat classes because apparently I don’t have enough bruises already).

I am not easily impressed. And I don’t give out compliments very often. And that includes myself. I can be unnecessarily hard on myself at times… most of the time. But then again, who isn’t?

As for the side of me that isn’t stark-raving mad, I am usually a pretty objective person. While I have no qualms with discussing emotions (both mine and friend’s. I am a great listener and actually give pretty good advice when it comes to dealing with intense emotions). I tend to avoid letting them interfere with my logic. I look down on those who allow their emotions to dictate their actions. It makes them needlessly reckless.

I am typically a pretty chill person. When I am among people I am unfamiliar with, I tend to stay quiet and try not to rock the boat too much (again, I won’t hesitate to unleash a severe tongue lashing upon any poor soul who happens to rub me the wrong way… Or just happens to exist. I don’t take shit from other people and I hate it when others try to control me. (I don’t play rough, I play smart).

I really enjoy reading, writing, or drawing quietly. I can’t stand loud and excessive noises or people (parties, screaming, concerts). I am a true extroverted introvert. I love being the center of attention and chatting, but I need my alone time. People are exhausting to deal with.

Because of my aversion to loud sounds, I tend to avoid typical dance parties like the plague. While I am very good with mingling and partying in general, I can only keep it up in short bursts before I have to retreat somewhere quiet. This is also the reason I greatly prefer the nighttime (if I had a choice I would sleep all day and only frolick around at night. I just love the dark. It’s comforting in a weird way). I also love the night because that’s when I get to sleep and just peace out on life. It’s kinda like non-committal dying.

I am near constantly on hyper-alert so I am not easily startled. When I do get startled, I have a tendency to squeak, yelp or growl. These noses are purely reactionary sounds but for whatever reason, my friends think that they are absolutely adorable and will go to great lengths to startle me just to hear me make them.

To counteract my friend’s malevolence, I have learnt to be super observant, especially when I feel threatened. Usually, I am caught up on my own world and thoughts. I have an imagination so powerful that I can trick my brain into feeling false sensations such as an extra limb or falling. I much prefer to spend my time in my head rather than our boring reality. But if I feel threatened, or think that another attack is imminent, I instantly become hyper aware. These moments of lucidity enable me to make certain observations others would otherwise be overlooked (for example. I was able to tell when my professor lost her wedding ring due to the discoloration around her ring finger and the habitual and near-constant worrying she did at it. I offered to help her look after class ^.^. I admittedly felt kinda smug when I saw her surprise.) Ironically enough, I like to refer to this mode of thinking as “Sherlocking”. I can be quite the detective when I really try. 9 out of 10 times my friends will come to me when they suspect infidelity, I am pretty good at digging up dirt.

However, I have to make the conscious decision to do this, usually when I am trying to figure someone out or manipulate them into liking me. So this isn’t constant and usually I go about my day like everyone else, blissfully unaware of my surroundings.

Uhh, there is probably more I could cover but this is getting very long as-is and you are probably forcing yourself to get through my seemingly eternal ramblings. So I am going to stop here and go grab myself some food.

Best of luck to you,

-November

Hi there love!<3 you sound like such a cool interesting person! ^_^ Hehehe I probs took so long with this match up that you already chose a new route lol! Anyways thanx for waiting soooooo long for this and I hope ya enjoy it love ^0^ ^_^

I match you with……………………… Masamune

Honestly, it was between Masamune and Mitsuhide for me lol but i eventually decided to go with Masamune

The first time Masamune sees you, his eyes go wide in awe, like wow you are one tall fine lady! He has legit never met anyone so tall. After you were named as chatelaine, you stayed behind with some of the warlords to chat and get to know them better, you are after all going to be seeing their faces every day for the next 3 months.

Right of the bat, Masamune is howling in laughter at the fact that you are way taller than Ieyasu. You, Masamune and Mitsuhide basically tease the poor porcupine for a solid 20 minutes. “My my I never expected such a scary-looking little mouse to be so bubbly and friendly.”

Oooh, this boy just stared a war of wits. Today day was a good day cause your tongue of steel was rapidly firing witty words and sarcastic remarks at the resident kitsune. He almost couldn’t keep up, almost. Masamune was just standing there watching the whole scene unfold, you truly were going to be a lot of fun! Masamune decided to test out that tongue of steel of your and started firing some flirty pick-up line, while unbeknown to him you are the queen of one-liners, and have no shame when it comes lascivious flirting. Masamune, of course, never backs down from a challenge, and he was determined to make you blush. The conversation got so heated that it made even Hideyoshi blush on your behalf. You simply laughed and fired another one of your pick-up lines.

After the little chat in the hallway and a massive speech from mama bear for talking about things that were not PG13, cause of the kids *cough* Mitsunari *cough*, you and Masamune become quick friends. He had never met a woman before that was immune to his boyish wild charm, and handsome sexual appeal. Masamune was definitely popular with the woman, not as popular as Hideyoshi, but he was definitely a fuckboi. As surprised as he was, that his normal antics didn't work on you, his ego wasn’t dented one bit, it just made him more determined to get to know you.

Masamune definitely finds your flirtatious nature attractive, especially when you managed to score the two of you free sweet bun just by flirting with the shop owner, he was, even more, shook when the shop owner was a woman, your flirtation truly knows no bounds. The two of you would spend loads of time together, just going out for tea and sweets while getting to know each other. TBH although Masamune would never admit it, he found it refreshing that you weren't just his friend simply cause he was hot or cause you wanted to climb in stations but because you actually liked him as a person. You and Masamune definitely made an unstoppable team when it came to banquets. The two of you would team up and start teasing everyone there. When you two cuties are together its always a good time with loads of laughter and banter

Masamune discovered that you like him, was an adrenaline junkie. He loved that he finally had someone around that would do stupid shit with him just for the thrill of it. The two of you would go out on adventures 24/7 jumping down waterfalls and hiking up cliffs. The two of you goofball would also dare each other to do the craziest shit. Like one-time Masamune dared you to jump off the castle’s roof onto your balcony, and you freaken did it, no questions asked. Or like the one time you dared him to put his head in Shogetsu mouth, mind you the little cub was now grown into a full-blown tiger

One day you and Masa went to go watch one of Mitsuhide’s undercover performances. The three of you were investigating a shady daimyo in one of the nearby provinces. The three of you disguised yourselves as performers and joined a circus troop as their new dancers. You were so excited, the stage is where you truly come alive. You had promised Masa to show him something that would shock/surprise him after he gave you the grand tour of Azuchi. Today was the day, you had kept your dance and performances a secret from the two men, and now it was finally time to show them what you can do. You had 3 different performances planned. The first one was contortion. To say Masamune was shook would be an understatement he never knew anyone could be so freaken flexible, like wow. Your next performance was aerial dancing, his blue eye gleamed in delight, watching you move through the air so gracefully. If he wasn’t sure before he was sure now, this boy loved ya. But what really took his breath away was when you trapezed through the air, he was absolutely mesmerized at the way you flew through the air doing back-flips and other cool ass tricks. Masamune loved the look of pure joy on your face as you performed and after the show, you explained to him that you were a theatre kid back in the past. Mitsuhide definitely took note of your skills, and since that day you now accompanied him on most missions that required him to disguise himself as a performer.

Masamune loved everything about you at this point. Your overdramatic introvert/extrovert personality. The way you walked. Gosh, he loved the way you walked, it looked like you were an angel floating around wherever you went. He loved your banter and one-liner for every situation. And most of all he loved your hyper-alert side. Boy did he love to come up behind you to scare the crap outta you just so he could hear you squeak, yelp or growl. Like he lived for those adorably cute noises. And you somewhere along the line had fallen in love with the big idiot. He was always coming up with new fun adventures to go on or new fun things to do. He was one of those few people that could actually keep up with your banter

What was he most impressed with you may ask, well you Sherlocking skills of course. One day there were rumours of some super shady daimyos visiting Azuchi. Word on the street was that they were planning on stealing Mitsunari report to make the poor angel look bad. Mitsuhide was away sorting out some other plots and schemes, so it was now up to you to use your skills, to save the angel. You used your detective skill to gather evidence, and since your inner circle knew you were from the future, you were planning on catching them in the act and filming them for evidence. Masamune was always up for an adventure, so he acted as you own personal Watson. The two of you hid while watching the whole scene unfold, once they left the room the two of you came out. “What do you think they are going to do with the report lass,” he asked while his blue eye gleamed in delight. “Hmmmmm, I believe they are going to burn the evidence in the forest” you replied in your best British accent. Masamune couldn’t help but laugh. The two of you made your way to a secluded part of the forest and spotted them making a fire. Masamune looked at you curiously “How did you know they were going to be in this exact spot.” “Elementary, my dear Masamune.” He couldn’t help but burst out in laughter you really were a super fun kitten. Unfortunately for the two of you, they heard you guys laughing behind the trees and before you knew it, the two of you were surrounded. One of the men had a sword right at your throat ready to cut you open, that is when you shocked them by not backing down from the fight, you hit the sword away with one of your own gifted to you by your dearest one-eyed dragon. “ Point that sword at me one more time and i’ll slash your Achilles’ tendons, and TBH given the medicine situation of this time, no one would know how to fix your injury, so I hope you like hobbling around on one leg for the rest of your life cause that is what will happen.” These men were shook; meanwhile, Masa was next to you howling in laughter, “She’s not joking boys, this lass delivers on her threats.” You had never seen grown men run away from a fight so fast. You and Masamune picked up Mitsunari’s report that had fallen on the ground during the commotion and walked back hand in hand

You didn’t really like skin touching skin, but TBH you definitely like the warm feeling of Masamune’s hand warmed around yours. The two of you had come to fall in love with each other, and it wasn’t long before you two cuties entered into a relationship. Despite both of you being adrenaline junkies, both of you also loved your quiet times. Often you would sit together in his manor each doing your own thing. You would read and write, and Masamune would sit at his desk pretending to work (Cause admin is so freaken boring).

The two of you would have the best time together during banquets you loved being the centre of attention and would chat with everyone, but as the night would progress you would start feeling a bit drained and that’s when the one-eyed dragon would swoop in, pick you up and takes you to a quiet corner where the two of you cuddle and snuggle together.

He would spoil you rotten with the most amazing food, he would basically, cook anything your heart desires just to see that beautiful smile on your face. His heart would always burst with affection whenever he cuddles and kiss you, he knew that the fact that you allowed him to cuddle you was the ultimate statement of trust between the two of you.

Often the two of you cuties can be found causing mischief and giving Mamayoshi more grey hairs or cuddled together sharing stories of your day

Other potential matches............... Mitsuhide

Hope u enjoyed it dear @november-solarstorms

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nunonabun · 5 years ago

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I did love Trixie admitting she'd dated a gay man as cover once in that dismissive way she did. Because to her his sexuality didn't mean anything to her, but she didn't want him to be hurt. I know that episode had many other things to take out of it but that stood out to me, along with her saying that what would bother her wouldn't be her partners sexuality, but that they cheated. All that was important was their faithfulness.

This got quite long so I’ll put it under a cut.

This is a heck of an episode, and I think how everyone comes off in it is quite complex. There was a lot I liked about Trixie in that episode, especially her speaking up at the dinner table and saying “Well quite frankly I thought we’d fought a war over facism, and that’s what this is, telling people who they can and can’t love.” But there are also the ways in which she’s still viewing things from a heternormative POV and participating in the “othering” of gay people, as are pretty much all the straight characters in the episode (I am going with Trixie at least self-identifying as straight, in this analysis.)

When she says she couldn’t forgive Tony Amos’s actions if she were in Marie Amos’ shoes “because [Tony] cheated, I couldn’t care less who with,” that equates him acting on his sexuality outside of his straight marriage, with a straight person in a straight marriage having an affair. It puts the blame for Tony’s affair fully on Tony as opposed to largely on the way heteronormativity and homophobia have forced him into that situation. It’s kind of like an “I don’t see colour,” but with sexuality; a disregard of how the oppression a person faces factors into their actions. That’s not to say it doesn’t truly harm his wife as well, and it’s absolutely fine to empathize with her, but to just say it’s cheating and he’s fully wrong for cheating misunderstands the situation. Phyllis does this too, when Sister Monica Joan says crime implies someone was harmed, and nobody was in that case, Phyllis says “try putting yourself in Mrs. Amos’s shoes,” as though that somehow justifies the punishment Tony is receiving even a bit. It��s a horribly difficult situation and of course it’s valid for someone Marie’s position to feel hurt and deceived, but it’s also important not to ignore how Tony entering that marriage and breaking his vows is not a malicious deception. It’s a situation where he is under immense pressure to conform to a social norm that he would be severely punished if he broke. He’s also very likely to have gotten the message implicitly and/or explicitly that getting married to a woman would “fix” him... and then finding out he can’t repress a natural and important part of himself.

To the anecdote about the doctor she was a beard for again, it’s complicated. Trixie recounts: ”I certainly don’t mind fraulines. In fact, I provided diversionary cover for one during my training. Young doctor, melting to look at, but the other way inclined. Perfect gentleman, sadly. Without me on his arm, he would have lost his position.” One the one hand, she cared about him and helped him. On the other hand, the way she helped him was by providing the image that he did fit the norm. She helped dress up the closet door to make it look like he wasn’t in there. He probably wouldn’t have wanted her to do anything else. Society forced him into a position where, if he was out, he’d be out of a job. But it is still helping him to cover up and fit the norm as opposed to fighting the norm (Again, I know, he may not have wanted her to do that and certainly outing him to fight against it would likely have been hugely harmful, that’s not where I’m going with this. I’ll get to that in the last section of this little essay thing.) There was also something about how she told the story that was quite othering. The way she told it was as though it were an exciting anecdote, a titillating, somewhat shocking story of complicity with an Other. It wasn’t in a tone of ‘someone I knew experienced a scary, horrible encounter with bigotry and I tried to help.’ That lack of empathetic tone is kind of in line with the use of othering terms like “frauline” and “one [of them],” as well as her response to the same situation existing in nursing (”No dark secrets girls, not if you value your life. *giggles*”). I’m sure other people have other views on that conversation, but that’s how it came across to me. There’s also her conversation with Patsy where Patsy asks if she’s “the only one who doesn’t hate them, the queers,” and Trixie says “I just don’t think it’s our battle to fight,” and then changes the subject to her (straight) relationship and how to get the community to accept the straight wife of a gay man. Essentially, overall her perspective ends up being ‘yes it’s wrong that gay people are treated like that, it’s fascist to punish them for being gay, but they can conform, there’s no need to rock the boat.’ Those things I’ve discussed above are actually elements of the episode I really liked. The words and actions of each of the characters are entirely believable and consistent with who they are in the time and place they’re in. What I enjoy about these things is that I think they demonstrate how, in a homophobic & heteronormative society, even good people, even people who are against homophobia, can perpetuate it, be complicit in it, and participate in othering. Here I’m moving on to a broader reflection. I think the examination with Trixie holds, but a clearer example - and one where much more harm is done - is Patrick. Patrick expresses that “we ought to live and let live,” in his conversation with Shelagh, and he goes to court to speak in Tony’s defence, yet he prescribes chemical castration for Tony. He’s clearly very against punishing Tony for his sexuality, and the laws pressuring him to do so, but that doesn’t erase that he’s complicit in that punishment, in that horrible thing that is being done to Tony. He doesn’t stand up to it. Taking it up many notches from Trixie being a beard, Patrick expresses chemical castration being preferable as it is “more private,” again, providing a way to make a gay person conform. Also, in some ways, he buys into the established medical view of homosexuality at the time, seeming to accept that though it’s unfair Tony is being medically altered, his sexuality boils down to “urges”. He recommends that Tony focus on the joy of his child and basically just try his best to conform, and that will be enough. Another example of that is of course with Fred, looking reluctant and expressing apology for kick Tony out of the Civic Defense Corps but still doing it. I wouldn’t count Peter exactly because he set up the honeytrap and is more than just complicit, though he is also an example of how ingrained social hatred can lead to otherwise good people being cruel and utterly shutting off their compassion and empathy. There are also subtler ways like Shelagh, who seems to sit on the fence about accepting gay people, and others Tony in her language (asking how Tony can be “that way”, and if Patrick has met “many others”). And there’s Sister Julienne steadfastly not offering support and deferring to social views of the time (”a judge will try Mr. Amos, not us”). I’d argue those are forms of participation in homophobia, because not challenging bigotry when it’s presented to you is a form of tacit acceptance. The negative side of the refusal to judge that Sister Julienne is so often lauded for is pretty clear here. As Patsy communicates when she asks “who will [fight the battle for gay equality] then?” in her conversation with Trixie, if people chose to be bystanders to bigotry, how will we truly, meaningfully change society? This episode highlights not only how explicit enforcement of structures of oppression is deeply harmful, but how insidious those views are, present to some degree even in good people and even in those who explicitly reject it; how its subtler forms are still harmful, and how “tolerance” of the group being othered is still complicity in the oppression. I mean, I think that’s quite undercut but the whole ‘rat cull’ parallel subplot that communicates ‘it’s alright not to like them for their identity so long as you acknowledge their right to exist,’ but if I disregard that and just focus on the gay plot, that’s what I get.

Anyways, sorry, my thoughts ran away with me there, I have lots of thoughts and feelings about CtM 4x03. Not at all trying to rain on your reading of it, anon, different readings/aspects of a thing can stand out/be meaningful to different people, and I definitely agree Trixie has some strong moments. But I think it’s also interesting to look at the variety of ways homophobia & heteronormativity are present in people and are presented. And of course, those themes and messages are all too important in our present world as well.

#Call the Midwife #CtM s4e03 #Trixie Franklin #cw: homophobia #Anonymous

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bravo-d-rocks · 3 years ago

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Where the story Begins (BravoD.Rocks)

Pinned by:: Bones (One Piece Original Character)

Background::

40 years prior to the golden age of pirates on October 30th a child was born upon the Rocks ship. The mother was already ill due to not being able to handle a voyage at sea and an unknown disease. Giving birth was sure to do her in and few cast a care only because her purpose on board was to bring forth the child she had claimed to be the seed of Xebec. When Captain Rocks had received word through reliable sources the Rocks pirates were sent to retrieve the woman before she gave birth. She had been on the ship for the last two months of pregnancy and was treated well only for the cause of her claim being true. Doubt was cast and most held ill opinions of the mother to be considering her too weak to carry a child of Xebec. She had spent most of the journey in her quarters under strict instruction to care for her unborn child as if her life depended on it.

As the night drug out the woman gave soft groans until the time came for pushing. The task was trusted to the ships physician in whom tended to his business offering no words of comfort. The shadows passing back and forth under the door told the mother that Rocks was within striking distance if something went wrong. The mother leaned back, sucking in deep breaths before following the instructions to push on que.

It was not long before the child was birthed hours later. As the cry echoed out the mother glanced over to acknowledge the cry before passing in silence. The attention drawn to the child by the crew and Captain was only shoved back by the Physician who carefully inspected the child for complications.

The cries echoed out as the boy was snatched from the Doctor with little cares cast as the Captain now holding the child up by a leg leaned in to inspect. Dangling upside down the raven haired boy continued to whail amusing Rocks enough remark about having strong lungs.

It wasn't until the scoldings came from the mother of the ship as the woman marched past to correct the Captains handling of a newborn. Lin Lin gestured to convince the other to at least cast a care to the uncomfortable position he had placed the infant in. Ignoring her a moment Xebec decided to cut the cord in his first acknowledgement of life in the least.

“Lin, Lin, since you have so much concern for the brat you can care for him until he produces evidence of carrying the will od “D”. I would hope that you would be wise enough not to get too attached, for if this is an unnecessary concern then we shall throw it away like trash and move on.”

Rocks simply did not understand the need to be gentle even with his own seed. If this kid really was a “D” then he could survive even the worst of conditions. Fortunately, for the child the Captain upon inspection acknowledged the black hair and red eyes in the least. Moments later he cupped the child in his elbow and beamed bright as the crew continued their speculations. Wrapped in a red blanket the child sat peacefully nursing from the bottle collected from a surrogate. They were not sure of the mothers true illness and decided against nursing Bravo, naturally opting for a hired Surrogate.

“I’d like to think the woman was truthful in her words rather than to be forced to toss the child overboard. I absolutely refuse to raise another man’s seed. Their troubles hold no meaning to myself but,………..something about this child tells me to be patient with this. We can find a way to test the matter later on, for now, He shall be called Bravo Rocks, due to the fact he has made it this far in strength and health. The “D” we can add later should he rise to the occasion.”

As the years passed the child had managed to turn the Rock’s ship into a world of wonders. He was known for his pranks and antics and favored LinLin (Big Mama) as the woman who watched over him shielding the child from the worst of situations. Rocks cast no cares to such things only because he was always close enough for the Father to arrive instantaneously should things go wrong. Long strands of black hairs danced about him as he moved about the ship, red hues shining bright with promise. He held no fears to the dealings of pirates and often found himself taking bids with the others on a winner based upon his favouritism.

Bravo always did enjoy a good show and was certainly one for entertainment and competition. Coming up the child took fondly to the challenges addressed upon the ship and cheered for the gore and power often displayed. He often occupied his time in playing the Rocks pirates in various card and board games simply for the glory of taking a “crown”. He carried his father’s heart when it came to the dealings of others and often engaged himself in the arguments to instigate. Bravo gave a cold shoulder for the things he presumed to be weak or unnecessary. As time passed the boy proved himself enough to blend in; he eventually at the age of seven finally acquired the middle name of “D” as a gift from his Captain.

At age of eight the Rocks ship was attacked by none other than Garp from the marines and Gol. D. Roger. They had actually lost the fight much to their surprise. When Rocks realized things were going terribly wrong he cast a care to shield the child from the government by sending him off on a boat to a nearby island.

Again, a child's cry echoed out across the shoreline as she watched his ship of dreams burning in the far distance. The reflection dancing across the seas like a lantern only triggered a hatred in the boy’s heart. He did not understand the world's grievances until his early teens. He had come up in a world of chaos and it was perfectly normal in his twisted mind. Even through understanding, Bravo carried his troubles with him in travels taking his rage out on the world if they inched too close to his sacred home.

He adopted what was left of the ship off shore and over time restored it with the help of books and sought references. His skill in the true mechanics of a ship came in handy especially being his studies on board were of ship dealings and regions of the world. With an advanced level of understanding and processing of information the child actually remembered the things taught. The classes he was forced to take were often geared for ship travels and etiquettes preparing him for his first voyage..

Those in whom had chosen to stay with the child assisted in the restoration of his vision. The Rocks ship was revised and the child would happily sail out repeating the past experiences to the best he could. He never desired to rule such as his father and instead chose to live for the pleasures. His true passion being staged performances and music were always hidden under the need to protect what was left of his family.

Kaido and Lin Lin had disappeared in time and Bravo had even presumed them both dead only because his searches that had quickly ended. Anything pertaining to his father and crew were snatched from the grasp of the world by the world government but the boy would always keep such fond memories. One day he would make the world acknowledge the past with a grand show.

Around the age of nineteen the male took on a life changing transformation taking on the gender of a female even down to the physical. Her family had supported her but advised against it in the world of pirates. She was happy and that was what she had cast a care to when making such a decision.

Her first appearance post-op was during the pirate festival in which she only attended to show them that she was capable and the world should be thankful that the Rocks did not obtain their goals of ruling the world.

She considered her first impression to die for and took great chances to put on a wonderful show. Bravo was after treasures and was content to turn her entire island into a casino grounds for pirates to roam freely. To control the games and music while sucking in berries effortlessly so she could continue to live in her world until the end. Bravo’s vision was sure to make a scene and invite many of those she already wished to address. Why search the world for her family and foes if she could bring them to her with an annual festival?

Because the idea of a festival was already present she would amplify the idea with a ship of of wonders. She was to be the world's greatest showman and make her mark as an unforgettable part of history that could not be erased. Her voyage was to place a stamp on the world and force them to acknowledge the past even if things had changed. Renaming the ship the Grim Reaper to match the appearance of a ghost ship she sailed freely in myth 20 years after the fall of Rocks collecting her own family along the way.

Her First Appearance::

The Captain cringed as they ripped through her raven locks. An eye closing as she pulled away from the hot combs that grazed past her face. Six pairs of hands worked rapidly to the specifications of the captain preparing her for the grand entrance. If she had learned anything upon the seas it was to make her first impression loud and unforgettable. Bravo D. Rocks was willing to play an entire life's bet on one moment.

Hours later she knelt in front of a mirror as her hair was pulled up and pinned into place with golden hair pins now silky straight. Carefully, the woman leaned forward to pick the cherry rose lipstick pallet from the floor carefully lining her lips the same as they had done her eyes now shadowed in deep reds. Red hues glared from under those long black lashes and bravo could not help but smile anticipating her moment of glory.

She wasn't so much focused on creating a name as she was the reaction given when the old ship pulled into the port. She burst into laughter at the thought of fear upon their faces. The women around her worked rapidly to lay layers of silk pinning them into place carefully before repeating with the fifth layer of kimono. It was to signify her status as self designated royalty and a style she felt complimented her personality.

When they finished the door swung open and a small girl rushed in with spoken riddles bringing a growl from Xebec. Rouge hues shifted to meet the other in scolding before the words left her lips.

"Captain, The invitation was located and we are en route to the pirate festival. I do caution you in bringing THIS ship into port. There will be many who despise these sails and jolly Roger and they may take their vengeance out on you alone. I worry for a twenty year old ship that was set..."

Before the woman could finish Bravo had hurled a brush at her, popping her in the forehead before the fool could finish her statement.

.ೃ࿐"Don't you ever doubt my fathers ship! FUCK THEM AND THEIR OPINION'S and so long as you are in my presence don't you ever, ever, doubt my capabilities so long as you call me your Captain. No need to threaten me with a good time either, you already stuck gold!".ೃ࿐

Bravo explained as the woman rubbed her now bruised forehead in silence. The sweet smile to follow such a soft spoken voice fell back into place as Bravo resumed her preparations. Though the words were spoken she held no offense because what they were going to do was going to bring a lot of attention. Her end game was to try and shake the world and capture all the shiny treasures that fell out. In order to advance and become notorious she would have to give up their best advantage.

.ೃ࿐"I intend to find Roger, I have some grievances to address so we simply must go. Don't you understand? There is no better way to make our presence known than to appear at a festival uninvited!".ೃ࿐

Bowing, the other approached in silence to simply hand her the invitation to the festival quickly scurrying away much to the Captain's delight. She preferred it this way. Fear and worry could move even the meekest of men and women. She desired to see the raw power promised to her by the crew every waking day. They had sworn to avenge the name that had suddenly fallen to the grievances of others. Such a petty thing!

They were pirates and the world was run by the cruel hand dealt by the sea. Whoever assumed that their adventures would be fair was a fool deserving of death by her hand. Bravo didn't really care about the things of the past and had no intentions of ruling anything at all. She just wanted to swim in the glory but wasn't concerned enough to chase the last island. Instead she would address what was before her and the fact they didn't know she existed was even more nerve racking and infuriating. Her father had not claimed her in any sense, probably for her protection.

As nightfall fell, the Captain made her way down the old halls listening to the creaking of wood under her feet. Her laughter echoed out as layers of pinks, purples, and reds trailed behind her. The sandals she wore were careful not to make a sound as she stepped her hips swaying with each carefully placed step. Through etiquettes, Bravo was taught to move in grace as if floating. Her heart pounded as they inched closer to their destination. She knew this could go one of two ways and even if things did get a bit rough she'd surprise them by showing them that a feared ghost ship could also fly and fight with a vengeance. She had secrets to reveal and was determined to keep the name alive if only for her own purpose. When the doors pulled open she glided past with stoic features. The image of the festival and ships reflected from her red pupils and Bravo found herself holding her breath.

The lights reflected into the heavens in invitation and the celebration could be heard even from far out. It was then suggested that they take a moment to gather their nerves with drinks before going ashore. Bravo could not help but nod in agreement, her vices sounding rather lovely at the moment, for even she was nervous in the least. Bravo calmly waited for a red pillow to be placed on deck and let out a nervous sigh before quickly clamping her mouth shut to withhold any stupid comments.

Kneeling slowly she let out a much needed breath reaching out with freshly manicured hands to grip the sake bowl. Moments later she set casually an elegant bared leg propped in front of her as she lifted the bowl bringing it back only to lick her lips in approval.

.ೃ࿐"Hic!....pause.......Hic!".ೃ࿐

The woman chirped quickly covering her mouth with a blush quickly glancing about to see if any would call her on being drunk. It was then her second in command lifted the red top layer of silk to tie in place over her Kimono signifying her status. Bravo had never been big on hats; instead she often decorated herself in gold and jewels and at times often wore a crown.

This was her revenge to be had and she intended to lay out any who stood in her path with grace and precision. Alcohol actually amplified her capabilities and she was known for being fully capable when under the influence. A drunken sage if you will, when tested with the kiss of alcohol. Her family set about her on deck and enjoyed their drinks in celebration of her order to raise their revised Jolly roger.

The new black sails danced in the night breeze as the original white rocks sails dangled behind them blowing gracefully in the wind. The only one to be tied into place was the darkened red sail of her late father.

The ghost ship-like appearance had much to her amusement spooked most in whom she encountered. The colors of the wood were also darkened for elegance and appearance. The ship by her design was renamed the Grim Reaper only because the girl at the time could not come up with anything better that her crew had actually agreed to.

She understood the wind so well and was the first to hang some of her newest sails sideways to assist in speed and navigation. The idea was spawned when she was under drunken influence seeking ways to speed up their approach. The Black Widow Pirates were unheard of and much like her design was often purposely confused for her fathers sails.

When the moment came and she knew they were within range she then gave the order for the cannons to be exposed and all armory to be on standby. She hoped she wouldn't need them but was certain of one thing and that was that pirate responses were often unpredictable.

.ೃ࿐"Don't worry, This ship was salvaged and built strong I assure you she still has a bit of fight in her. She is supposed to appear as if she sails in the land of the dead. Let's bring a chill to the festival. It's a wonderful effect and to be even more bold. Pull down the top sail and drop my father's sail in front of mine to prove my resolve.".ೃ࿐

As the order was given silence echoed out and the drunk princess turned quickly pulling her fan from her sash. Before her hand lifted to expand it her crew had disappeared to do exactly as she ordered. The whispers amused her so she gave no cares lifting her bowl to her lips to sip happily.

"She must have a death wish! She is certain to get us all killed."

Bravo spat her drink out onto the wooden planks whirling about in a hiss to address the subject at hand.

.ೃ࿐"If you are so cowardly as to doubt my plans then you are free to leap into the sea before I rise.".ೃ࿐

She said every word, her voice smoothing out the serious tone decorating each word in promise. She gave no other comments as they dropped the sail satisfied in their resolve. Had she been her father the deck would probably be lined with the dead though none of the original Rocks pirates would have doubted. If anything they would have complained that the ship was not approaching fast enough.

This was about the treasures of the world and the thrill of installing a ghostly memory into the minds of others. Until now they were able to sail freely because none who survived were taken seriously in their claim of being attacked by the Rocks Pirates. It was the perfect cloak much like hiding in plain sight. Bravo cast no cares only because she had already seen the face of the world in her own transformation. Her will was built strong if only to protect her heart. A caged and locked away thing hidden behind greed and revenge.

She took her temper out on the world and her sails supposedly did not exist. Bravo would sink marine ships on sight to ensure none carried back a message of their true identity. She at the time needed the time to build and grow, to hone in on her haki and center the abilities of her fruit, Kūki kūki no Mi. The fan in her hand she used to direct attacks and control the element with ease compensating for range.

Bravo rose to her feet when the shore came close enough to view the Captain noting many of the sails she had seen in childhood. Sharp eyes glared out as the jolly roger she sought was not present. Softly cursing the Captain let out a disappointed sigh turning to face her crew shaking her head to tell them that Roger was not present upon the island.

Casting a quick shrug, the woman whirled back lifting the fan, her thumb and index spreading the decorated fan out with a pop. The red ribbons dangling behind it danced in the breeze; she kept circling them to slow their approach to almost a creep. Bravo sucked in a breath to take advantage of the mist that lingered over the seashore.

Slowly she lifted another arm to pull back her sleeve keeping her stoic posture black strands dancing about her as she prepared herself.

Bravo gave a long strike through the air drawing the mist on the wings of air to give them a bit of cover should she need to react quickly. As they sailed closer she quickly closed her fan tucking it within her sleeve alongside her other hand to patiently await their arrival.

She would watch their response to size up any and all opposition without a display of power. She believed that moving in silence was key in order to draw assumptions. She ordered her crew not to breathe a word to add to the eerie approach. The creaking of the warship was able to be heard as they slowly pulled into port. The Fog slowly settled on board the ship and moved with them as they approached, dispersing across the ground once they anchored.

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My Dream Realized

This is post #17

Monday morning we set ‘sail’! It was so beautiful to be on the water, and the weather was calm and perfect. Today we are going to bike across Italy, literally, albeit not at its widest point. We are sailing to Piano Sorrento, the harbor town near Sorrento, and biking to the other side of Italy to Positano for lunch and dropping into the town of Amalfi to end the day. It’s a 35 km route. Not bad, right? Except that the first 7km are straight up. It was a really tough start, from Piano Sorrento, the little fishing port with its primitive boats and weathered old men trimming nets, up to our meeting spot. Jack fell behind and was hurting bad. He could see he would not be able to handle the challenges of this trip if it was this hard from the get-go. I stayed back a bit too, and when Riccardo came to check on us, he suggested Jack switch to an ebike. Poor Riccardo was up and down that climb 4 times, but when Jack got the ebike it made all the difference and he could stay with the pack. For those of you who don’t know about ebikes, they have a battery that provide some assistance in tough climbs. It does not eliminate the work by the biker, it just makes it a little less taxing. The rider still has to pedal the bike and exert energy, he simply has the option to engage the boost in the most strenuous situations. When we crested the hill, just after a place called Colli di Fontanelle, we had reached the start of the Amalfi coast. I have never seen such beauty and awesomeness. IT WAS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS. We stopped at a vantage point overlooking the islands (Li Galli is its name) where Ulysses reportedly killed the Sirens. Our guide is a wealth of knowledge of geology, mythology, and history, and if he chose to stop and make a point, it would be a point well made. But we were on bikes, and unlike a car, we could stop anytime. And on the Amalfi coast, you want to stop and absorb this beauty. Around each bend with every new vista you could hear a successive cry from each of our group, “oh my” or “so beautiful” or “I cannot believe this” or “look at that”. We were giddy with the stunning sea views we were seeing. At one stop I said to Jack, now you see why I wanted to see the Amalfi coast! We laughed at how overcome we were with incredulity. It was like finally seeing something you heard was beautiful, but when you actually saw it, it was more stunning than you ever expected.

And on bikes we could really absorb so much detail. We could reach out and touch the road barrier wall, we could’ve picked the fruit on the fig trees and the grapes on the vines. We were close enough to see new foods we’ve never seen before- big fat lemon-looking things. We could look up at the whitish streaks and grottos in the Lattari (meaning “Milky”) Mountains, from whence they derive their pottery makings. We saw incredible restaurants perched over cliffs. One of our favorites was a lovely place in an old fortress tower build into the rocky cliffs. We were inches from doorways, the steps and paths down to homes, and from the sheer rock they cut to make the road. It was more than amazing. We passed gorgeous villas including Sophia Loren’s house, and abandoned lean-tos, and pavilions nestled in anywhere possible to take in the view. Many people had their homes on the hill side of the street and a viewing pad (locked off) on the sea side of the street overlooking what is technically the Gulf of Salerno. The most beautiful view I’ve ever seen. It was spiritual. If you look at the map I’m posting, you will see the sinuous curves from Sorrento to Positano- these are all switchbacks- which means hills. Which meant your breath got taken away twice: one from the beauty and one from biking. On the uphill climbs, there would be some distance between us, I was usually one of the last 2 or three. You know we did have to maneuver traffic and these are not the widest roads. Yes, it’s 2 lanes, but add a bicyclist on the right side, especially one who’s afraid of heights, and, well, the vehicle behind me might have to move into the other lane to pass me. I soon learned to discern between the engine sounds of buses, utility vehicles, cars, and motorcycles. When I heard the bus sound, I moved over a bit because they were so scary and their wind sheer could even jostle your bike- not comforting when adjacent to sheer cliffs. And sometimes the barrier over those cliffs was only about 30" high. That to me was the scariest part. I actually got a little shaky thinking about it. So if I heard a bus from behind and saw oncoming traffic, I’d stop. There ain’t room enough for the 3 of us on this road. The descent into Positano was a hand breaker, from braking with your hand. Riccardo had told us to descend slowly, and of course I’m scared of speed anyway, but with traffic and speed and still more lovely views, my right hand was frozen stiff clenching that back brake. Positano was lovely, clean and touristy - Jack’s favorite town. We treated ourselves to lunch at a lovely beachfront restaurant rather than the plain Jane sandwich we brought from the boat. After lunch, it was another tough climb over to the town of Amalfi. I can repeat all I said earlier about breathlessness and beauty. These cliffs got steeper and the traffic a little denser. There were a few tense moments, like when a car tried to pass Jack in a tunnel. That driver got a slap on his car and an earful. But we made it to Amalfi, where our boat was waiting at port. We’d crossed Italy in an unforgettable, magnificent journey.

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