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charkyzombicorn · 10 months ago

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Funny one shot idea

After the event of ennies long/water 7

Luffy and the rest of the crew were more clingy with Robin and usopp

This is one of the most sickening fluff bits I've ever written

The walls were higher on the Thousand Sunny, and the mens' quarters were wide and tidy in a way only new things were, and Usopp couldn't tell which bunk was his anymore. He still had the tacky star blanket he bought in Alabasta because he didn't know somewhere so hot could get so cold at night, and it was stained with charcoal and ripped near the bottom but it fit perfectly in Merry because she was made of inexperienced craftsmanship and shoddy repairs. He felt like he was bringing something ugly in, putting his worn old blanket over the clean white sheets. He felt like he was visiting, like he shouldn't track mud in or mess up anything enough to be comfortable.

Then the door slammed open hard enough the sniper jumped. "Usopp!" Luffy hollered as if Usopp weren't a meter away. "You dissapeared!"

Usopp had been gone for less than two minutes. "Well I had to check the bunks for dream eels, someone had to."

Luffy looked over at the bunk in wonder. "Can you eat them?"

"You can but they dig a hole into your skull and eat your brains so maybe don't." Usopp spread his blanket over one of the bunks decisively.

Luffy chuckled. "Maybe not. But come on! I'll ask Sanji to cook the eels later!" He said, snagging Usopp's wrist in his rubbery grasp and dragging him away before he could fret about his blanket again. Usopp didn't even bother protesting.

Half the crew was out on the grass-covered deck, Robin bracketed on one side by Nami and the other by Franky, Chopper in her lap. She looked tired, but happy all the same. It was good, she seemed more comfortable than she did on the Merry. Maybe the tall walls suited her better.

Luffy offered a very exaggerated wave to the group on deck as he pulled Usopp along. "I'm back! Usopp told me there were worms in my bed that ate brains."

"Oh, the poor things are starving then." Nami teased before the group chucked a little.

Luffy laughed along. "Yeah!" He paused. "Hey."

Robin, the only one who didn't laugh, but was still smiling ear to ear, spoke up. "Did you let Zoro and Sanji in on our little plan yet, Captain?"

"Ah - I got distracted when Usopp dissapeared. C'mon Usopp!" The sniper was then dragged away, left to question what the 'plan' was.

Usopp didn't have time to revel in the new, huge kitchen when Luffy burst in. "Sanji! Food!" Luffy said automatically.

Sanji shot the captain a look, but then his features softened when he saw Usopp. "Fine, fine. What do you want?"

Luffy hummed. "The bugs Usopp found in the bunks!" He declared, and that was almost nothing like Usopp's original lie, but the confidence almost convinced the king of liars himself.

Sanji didn't appear to react safe for his face going ghost pale. "Bugs. In the bunks."

"YUP! Nami said they were hungry!"

Sanji turned back to the stove. "I see. I'll take watch tonight." He said, an unmistakable tremble in his voice.

Usopp didn't laugh but it was a very near thing. "Don't you worry, your trusted sniper Usopp blew all those bugs away!" He said. "You should have seen them, eight feet tall, human hands, wearing clothes even! They told me they were the devil's ocean woodmites, they threatened to bite the ship in two before I hit them with a fire star and blew them to smitherines!" He watched Sanji relax the more fantastical his story got, until he was humming along with the details as if it were a completely logical thing.

Luffy was enraptured, he always was, it made Usopp feel some type of way.

"Anyway!" Luffy yelled, and Zoro snorted from where he was probably sleeping - this room was too big, he didn't even know Zoro was napping in here. "We're camping on the deck to crispen the Sunny! And because Nami won't let me sleepover in the girls' room with Usopp."

Sanji squinted at Usopp as if this wasn't the first he was hearing of it too. "Christen. And tell Nami swan she's a queen for setting boundaries and coming up with such an amazing idea." He said shortly. "I'll be out with dinner in half an hour. Take the mosshead with you, he's poisoning my nice new kitchen with his man stink."

Luffy mock-saluted, marching over to the table and dragging their star swordsman out from under it. Zoro didn't wake up because of this, so Luffy just dragged him back to the door. A few distinct thunks of a head hitting a doorway and they were back on the deck. The sky was getting darker.

"You think Franky brought firewood?" Usopp asked.

Luffy hummed. "Dunno."

They made it back to the group on the deck and Luffy dragged Zoro over before sitting down, dragging Usopp down with him until he and Zoro were almost bracketing Usopp the same way Robin was being bracketed, all in a tiny circle. It was nice - Usopp might not belong in the big rooms or on the clean sheets, but he belonged here, or at least he wanted to belong here. He would work hard to keep belonging here.

Nami started talking, idle chatter she always shared with Usopp, but now there was an undercurrent of relief from her. It made guilt curdle in Usopp's throat, but he swallowed it.

Soon enough Sanji came in with a feast he could barely balance, and Robin gave him several hands, and they shared a picnic while the sky went from blue to orange.

After that, they all went back to their quarters to grab every spare blanket and pillow to make the world's biggest fort before Franky got the gas fire pit working - which inspired the fort to be dismantled so everyone could set up bedding close to the fire before it got too dark.

Robin fell asleep first, so Chopper and Nami fell asleep next to her. Luffy bullied Usopp into sharing his tacky star blanket, and Usopp fell asleep listening to the ocean and various snores.

#one piece #lusopp #if you squint #Which you should #Shout out to whoever gets what the star blanket is in reference to #I know I could have leaned more into the possessive dependant aspect but Robin deserves to rest

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court-of-constellations · 3 months ago

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Hello everyone!! I'm back with another post about my original universe, this time about nymphs!

This is even longer than the vampire one so the rambling is under the cut, and I was so tempted to include information about my inspiration for certain things and why I made the creative decisions I did, but I refrained because I wanted to keep this focused and not go off on tangents (however, if you do want to hear about that stuff, feel free to send me an ask at any time! I'm always happy to ramble about this universe!)

So. Nymphs. They're typically defined (by humans) as nature spirits, but what does that mean?

Well, the literal dictionary definition is "a spirit born from the earth or water; a being connected to the earth." Nymphs are, in short, personifications of nature. That's not to say that every little aspect of nature has a corresponding nymph- but there are several kinds of nymphs for several different types of nature.

Nymphs, as a whole, can be divided into two categories: land and water. There are a couple types of nymph that could fit into both categories, and one specific type of nymph that doesn't fit into either, but most nymphs can be clearly defined as one or the other.

Nymphs frequently spawn in areas with high magical concentration; why this is, nobody knows, and most other scholars have put it down to those areas being sacred in some way. These scholars are the same ones that hail nymphs as creations of the divine, made to safeguard the lands that are rightfully ours, so any conclusion of theirs must be taken with several grains of salt. I find that many scholars who subscribe to this field of thinking have never even seen a nymph in their lives, and assume that they are all perfectly like us humans (despite their appearances). This is a lie, one that continues to be retold despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

To understand nymphs, one must first understand that they are not human. They are sentient, intelligent, and quite interesting, but no matter how humanoid their shape might be, they are not and never will be even close to human beings. The exceptions to this rule will be covered later, but true nymphs are nature in its purest form: wild, unpredictable, and untameable. Like fairies, they operate on an entirely separate morality than humans, but unlike fairies, there are no clever tricks you can use to escape them, no set rules you may follow. If fairies are order, nymphs are chaos. If you should encounter a nymph, then by all means converse with them and befriend them if you like, but never forget that they are not the same as you, and no matter how benevolent they may seem, they could turn on you in an instant.

With all of this out of the way, let's finally get to the types of nymphs and their origins.

Land Nymphs

This category of nymph, as the name suggests, are tied to the land. There are several kinds of nymphs who fall under this category, and those nymphs have so many subspecies among them that if I listed them all, this text would be thicker than my torso.

Still, I shall endeavor to at least impress upon you the general idea of which nymphs come from where, so that you might know to use the correct terminology when describing to a friend and encounter you may have had in the woods or fields. Any further study into the subspecies can be found in other, more involved texts, ones whose authors were compensated enough to care about listing every type of nymph that could possibly be found in our lovely lands.

The first to be aware of are dryads, nymphs who have spawned from trees. It is unknown how long a tree must live before becoming a dryad, but this author suspects it to be somewhere in the hundreds, if only for the fact that cutting down younger trees has not as of yet brought a furious dryad out for my blood into my path. Should this change, this text will naturally be updated should I survive long enough to do so.

There are as many types of dryads as there are types of trees, and though there are certainly scientific names for each and every one, I personally have found that simply using the name of whichever tree they spawned from is quite sufficient. A dryad who spawned from an ash tree is an ash dryad, from an oak tree is an oak dryad and so on and so forth; I am quite sure I need not recount the name of every tree for the reader to understand my point.

True dryads, once born from whichever tree they are, are from then on about as attached to the tree as a human might be their parents; their personal feelings vary from nymph to nymph, but in terms of life force, they can and will live even if their tree has been cut down. Unlike humans, the only thing that can kill a true dryad is when the last trace of their tree has disappeared from this world; be it by decay or fire or a misplaced disintegration spell, once the tree is well and truly gone, so too is the dryad.

In terms of a dryad's appearance, their skin will be made out of the same bark as their tree, their hair the same leaves, their innards the same wood. Their eyes may have fruits or flowers in them depending on the tree and time of year, but they may simply be empty sockets. In any case, you should know a dryad at first sight, for unless walking trees are quite common in your place of residence, there's really nothing you can mistake them for.

I would give a description of a dryad's typical personality, as so many others have in their own texts, but my experiences with them have made me aware that they differ in personality as much as humans do; this holds true for all nymphs and I will not repeat such trite and blatantly untrue statements as "all dryads are nurturing, all naiads are mischievous," etc. That is my final statement on this matter and if I receive one more letter from my editor asking where the personality descriptions are, I swear I will-

(Editor's Note: The rest of this tirade had to be cut for its vulgarity and surprisingly creative threats towards me, my place of work, the scholars that continue to perpetuate these stereotypes, their families, and oddly enough, any cows they may have in their possession. Rest assured it was very much unsuited for such a text, but I preserved as much as I was morally able to.)

The florae, nymphs born from flowers, differ from dryads in appearance and origin, and that is where the differences end. They are comparatively rarer as flowers are quite fragile and much more likely to be destroyed, but so long as the vine or shrub or roots survive, so too will the flora. Oddly enough, trees that produce a dryad may also produce a flora from its flowers.

Florae are typically made out of whatever their flower bloomed on, be it vines or stems or branches. Whatever their flower was, replicas of it will be blooming all over their body, including in their eyes, and their hair will be made out of its petals. I have encountered florae many times, and I have yet to figure out just how some of the hairstyles they have are physically possible. One of the many mysteries of life, I suppose.

I suppose now that we have discussed dryads and florae, we must now discuss the dragon in the room: the dryads and florae that were once human beings.

There are many, many different theories of why and how this phenomenon occurs, but there are three facts we know: one, that if a human being is turned into a plant, they will inevitably become a nymph, two, that these humans are visually indistinguishable from true nymphs, and three, they are much more fragile- if their tree is cut down or their flower dies, they will die too and there is nothing that can be done about it.

It is for this reason that turning people into plants is so harshly punished, for you have condemned them to either an early death or a painfully prolonged life that could easily be cut short by anyone unaware of their plant"s true nature. But this is not a book about ethics or law, and if you wish to know more, than you must look elsewhere, for I have shared everything that is relevant.

With that out of the way, let's talk about (gods save me) the other land nymphs.

There are nymphs far older than human civilization, and indeed, humanity as a whole. These nymphs are known to the particularly religious as "The Elder Ones" and to the rest of us as simply the land nymphs.

The best way to explain these nymphs is to take a quick look at history. All throughout time, the earth has been shifting and changing, and as it changes, so too do the nymphs who personify it. These nymphs are fluid and ever changing, their types only vague classifications that serve to describe just what they represent at the moment. They are old, wise, and frustratingly reclusive, and the only reason we know they exist is because of what other nymphs have told us.

Thus far, the classifications are:

Oreads (mountain nymphs)

Valleaeae (valley/pasture/glen nymphs)

Pratae (meadow nymphs (Editor's Note: I personally don't understand the point of this distinction))

Napaeae (dell nymphs)

Haliae (seashore nymphs)

Umidae (wetland nymphs)

This is all we really know about them, and though other nymphs claim that it was them who created all other nymphs, that sounds far too religious for this book.

Water Nymphs

Water nymphs are far less varied than land nymphs (thank the gods, this chapter is getting long enough as it is) and they are all, in terms of origin and appearance, functionally the same.

Naiads (the term for water nymphs in general) spawn from a water source that isn't the open sea (why, this is still unknown.) They are made out of water and may adorn themselves with objects found in their water source, such as colorful rocks or flowers and things of that nature.

The subspecies of naiads are:

Lacuae (lake nymphs)

Pegaeae (spring nymphs

Fluminae (river nymphs)

Naiads are a curious case. Unlike land nymphs, they cannot be killed by any means. Instead, they will spawn, live as long as they like, and then once they're done they will dissolve into the water from whence they came, and another naiad will spawn and the cycle will start anew.

There will never be more than one naiad at a time from one water source, and we have yet to discover any nymphs born from the ocean.

Underworld Nymphs

Underworld nymphs have only been said to exist by the precious few undead who are willing to discuss such matters. They are not proven to be anything more than the dreams of a dying mind, and thus I will not be including them in this text no matter how much my editor begs me to.

If you wish to research them, there are a number of scholarly texts that hotly debate their existence, role in the Underworld, origin, and quite literally every little thing about them.

Vagari

Whatever Vagari may be, they almost certainly aren't nymphs. Some say that they are the children stolen away by fairies, others say that they are the tormented souls of lost travelers. All that can concretely be proven about them is that they can be seen wandering the woods, wearing clothes made out of animal skins and leaves, and wearing a mask in the shape of an animal's head.

I write about them in this text solely because we are just uncertain enough of their true nature that they could, possibly, be some form of nymph.

And with that, this text comes to a close. I hope this will serve you well wherever you may be, and always remember: if you should meet a nymph, treat them and their source with respect, never forget that they are as wild as the earth that formed them, and don't get too attached to any objects they may see in your possession. Or just run. That would work as well.

#every rose has its thorns #every rose lore #star's monster manual #i have decided to actually use proper grammar in my lore posts #because it's bugging me that the vampire post is so inconsistent in grammar #and i want people to be able to tell when i'm talking about this stuff just by looking at the post #shout out to my wonderful friend who let me ramble about nymphs and this world to her for i'm not even sure how long #you know who you are. ily <3 /p #my writing #fantasy writing #i was trying to make this sound like a textbook passage- i hope i succeeded!#this was so fun to write knowing everything about nymphs in this world because there's so much people don't know #remember that this is from the perspective of a human in this world who may know nymphs better than the average person #but they still have biases #see if you can find the quick mulan reference that honestly barely even counts as a reference #you'll get a digital cookie as a reward or something lol #i meant to post this yesterday #but my phone died in the middle of writing this and i was tired so i just went to bed #by the way the author of this is actually an entire character courtesy of me waking up at 3 am #their name is #aries del sol #and if i want to write more stuff about this universe in this style it'll probably be them writing it in universe

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