#xviridiis

[ever-ose]

xviridiis replied to your post: redbcrn replied to your post: - pats the little...

“Have you tried climbing a tree, jumping down as he passes, and patting his head then?”

"...That could work!!" Slower than her reaction, her brain started processing. The probability of Marco falling frontally and face down on the hard pavement was higher. That's a big risk.

"O-On a second thought... m-maybe not...” 

[gcrifin]

It’s been a long time coming for all this in between keeping up with replies and other various things, but... SURPRISE!! I’m finally done!! ♥

A bunch of lovely ladies I’ve admired since I first came around to the fandom and continue to love to this day. I don’t do any of them justice but I had so much fun working with all of them and I would happily do it again!! 

@redbcrn / @xpuriity @jcllyfisn / @bearxclaws @jijiivishaa / @xviridiis @xpropitious / @bucketfullofocs

[xmenageriie]

"Sanji do you think you can make me some tea?" The girl peeked into the kitchen, a blanket wrapped around her. "Or anything that'll help with a cold." She will go to Chopper later for real medicine. Right now she just wanted something warm. [ uwu I have a cold so Cam must suffer with me ]

— @xviridiis

“Yeah! Sure thing. I’ve got you covered, Camilla-chan.” He hadn’t planned on rushing over to her when she made her request, but spotting her bundled up in her blanket, looking pale and slightly sunken in, was cause for concern. Tea brewing was an art that he wanted to perfect, but he considered for a moment that she was looking for warmth and comfort rather than professionalism. So, throwing a kettle of water onto a slowly warming stove, Sanji hurried over and guided her towards the sofa. 

Once she was tucked into the corner, he brushed her hair from her forehead and frowned. “Did you tell Chopper you’re sick?”

[xpuriity]

❝ @xviridiis sent ; 

"Our?" She leaned in, peering at her friend with curiosity and a grin. Although it was fairly obvious who the other was hinting at, Camilla still wanted vocal conformations. "What can you possibly mean by that?"

          |      ♪      GIGGLES SLIP GLOSSY LIPS —— a single digit playfully tapping her friend’s forehead pushing her back once she leaned closer before shyly turning away with cheeks flushed red; the answer had been evident of course, both girls knew it all too well yet voicing it aloud felt both N I C E and likewise embarrassing. 

          ❝Ace and me of course —— It’s been a while but this way.. we will NEVER be apart again~❞  and any nightmares she previously had about losing him A G A I N are easily diminished as he lay by her side, his strong hold reminding her, he was HERE. 

[mcnypieces]

      ❝ Oi oi, I thought this was the meet-up point! Why are we the first ones here? ❞ hands come to rest on his hips, clattering against one another. The friction makes a rather unpleasant sound but it’s one he’s grown used to over the years. ❝ Don’t tell me Luffy’s out causing trouble ── ❞

     Words cut themselves short. A single drop of water falls onto his sunglasses and the distant roar of thunder sounds as though it’s grown impatient. Head snapping up to the sky, the cyborg seems thoroughly unfazed by the weather’s sudden desire to shift. It was such a fickle thing in the New World. One moment the sun graced the sky and the next lightning would strike a building and set it aflame. No matter how often the phenomenon occurred, he never could quite get a firm grasp on understanding it. It made him grateful knowing Nami had somehow learned to combat it when they were out to sea . 

     The makings of rainfall leave a peculiar scent of humidity in the air. Dense, heavy. The smell of damp soil from nearby potted plants would begin to take over the moment it got any heavier. But as a mist begins to turn into a fine drizzle, his attention snaps away from the sky. Recollection comes in the form of soft purple eyes. Scared, flighty, like a child ready to dart into the horizon. Unfazed becomes serious and quickly he moves .

      ❝ Wait, Camilla. ❞ Stern, but calm. It’s unfitting for the usual cheerful and eccentric behavior many expected from him. Cold metal fingers latch onto her shoulders just enough to hold her in place. It wasn’t his intention to keep her out in the rain for this. That broad figure looms over her as the rain begins to fall onto his back instead of onto her. Free hand to his face, pressing a finger to his nose. In place of the shaven head blooms a giant umbrella of blue hair dense enough to cast shade onto her body and protect it from the oncoming downpour. ❝ C’mon. Let’s get inside. The others are just gonna have to wait !! ❞ //: @xviridiis starter call!! { ★ }

[infcrtunii]

❝Can you please hand it over? That’s mine.❞ His eyes narrowed with seriousness, a voice harsh, demanding, calling out for the fellow crewmate who had received a medium sized package as soon as his gaze fell on the box, immediately recognizing it. Hell, even the initials M.D. were written all over one side of it, proving himself true. 

Valentine’s day was about to make its oh so glorious presence to the world with the sun crawling over and painting the sky with marvelous colors that would always leave one in awe, regardless of how many times they had witnessed the moment. As busy as Deuce claimed himself to be, his tracks stopped as he walked across the deck, lifting his face to watch the sky’s darkness fade into a lighter, livelier color, and the stars’ light grow dim with each minute. Obviously, this wasn’t the first Valentine’s day he was celebrating, but it was surely the first in YEARS that made him this excited, with his hold on the package getting slightly tighter —goodness, he had spent so much time working on what was contained within, barely taking a break to ensure everything was as he had initially envisioned it to be so it could clearly understand why he would hold onto it like it was his own life. 

In a sense, he considered it to be part of it. Countless hours and restless nights were rightfully used on his crafts at the sake of his health. His hands were quite numb, and he was forced to rest at least several times due to how difficult the hands' motions became —Sahar was concerned, and Marco would nag him on how important it was that he didn’t overwork himself. Deuce only looked to the floor, notoriously embarrassed and apologetic for having others take care of him when it was usually the other way around; he was still grateful for it and always made sure to acknowledge their worries, promising to be more careful in the future.

With the door of his room locked, the box was placed under the bed for its own security, not before opening it to ensure everything was there and letting a proud smile form on his lips, content and satisfied with the final products which were more than ready to be delivered. 

The rest of the day passed by as a normal day would, yet it was obvious something was off with the masked male who wore a troubled expression like he wore his mask. People could assume his mood dropped drastically when he witnessed the love and affection in the air, bothered by the thought of not being able to share the same with Olivier; it was winter and so, she was hibernating. His fellow Spades could think that he was somewhat jealous to have Ace’s attention stolen from him on a day equally dedicated to friendship. Maybe he wasn’t feeling that festive. 

The truth was that the source of his unsettled feelings were the gifts themselves. Twelve bracelets made of a lightweight but thick and sturdy 12 gauge aluminum were inside the box, all of them personalized with a handwritten name and a very distinctive silver colored charm attached to an aluminum jump ring. Deuce himself was impressed with how fast he managed to work in such a short time, but unexpected shyness was keeping him from taking out the package of his room. 

He got drunk after dinner, hoping the alcohol would grant him courage despite being on an undesirable state. Instead, he passed out after not drinking much and spent the next day on his room, ashamed of himself. 

The following day, however, he was completely decided the gifts would be delivered, even if not by him, personally. It was still disgraceful, but better that than nothing, RIGHT?

Each bracelet was now individually contained on a tiny bag, hiding inside his pockets. He had gotten up even earlier than usual to leave some of them in specific places for certain receivers to find. It went like this:

The very first one was Sahar’s [ @xamiicus ] with a STETHOSCOPE, left on one of her drawers on her desk at the infirmary. One of the nurses certainly saw him, but a strict stare and everything was as if she hadn’t witnessed it at all. 

Rosa’s [ @xpuriity ] was next along a PAIR OF MUSIC NOTES, hidden under the fallboard of her piano so it was the first thing her eyes laid on when opening —Deuce hoped Rosa would be in the mood to play some music, truthfully. Otherwise, it would stay there for quite a while?

Next ones were Thatch’s [ @xmenageriie ] and Pomona’s [ @jijiivishaa ] with a VASE WITH KITCHEN UTENSILS and her signature DEATH’S HEAD HAWK MOTH, respectively, nicely placed on different locations of the kitchen. One was hidden along the condiments, relatively easy to spot, and the other was put inside the freezer.

Jakoby’s [ @jakcby ] followed, and the bracelet with a MANTA RAY was left on the floor, given Deuce would have hated to step into his room and have the surprise ruined by waking his friend up, as it was almost time for breakfast anyways. 

As everyone gathered to eat, Deuce offered to help out distribute the plates and left Camilla’s [ @xviridiis ] gift, with a COUPLE OF FLOWERS ‘FRAMED’ under it, greeting the teal-haired with small conversation to distract her for a couple of seconds.

Deuce swore revenge on Junior after the chicken gave him hell before he was finally allowed to be caught. To many it looked hilarious, seeing the struggle of a rather big man to grasp a bird that refused to stop running. He tied both Tomoe’s [ @redbcrn ] and Marco’s [ @bluebcrn ] on his neck, both with a SAMURAI SWORD and a PHOENIX before he let go, rushing the animal to go back to his mother. He would never tell anyone this secret, but the Phoenix was originally meant to be a CHICKEN in order to tease Marco with Junior.

A few hours were taken as a break, tired and in need of a shower to refresh himself. A snack snuck in.

Bribing Stephan with a treat he bought, Olivier’s [ @jcllyfisn ] adoration had her gift tied to his neck as well, which had a meticulously made JELLYFISH. Yes, she was not available at the moment, but he trusted Stephan to leave the little bag on her room, somewhere easy to find for when she woke up.

Whitebeard’s health went critical for a moment, so a few hours were spent treating the captain until he was stable again.

He made the same offer he did during lunch, but this time, the FOUR LEAF CLOVER charm that came with Mia’s [ @xluck-archive ] gift was left the same way as Camilla’s, although he asked the Lucky Cat to grant him luck on his personal QUEST when making small chat.

Ace [ @xpyre ] was found sleeping on the wooden deck after looking for him, so Deuce took him to the infirmary and laid him on a bed, leaving only after he left Ace’s gift with a REPLICA OF HIS PRIDE AND JOY, WHITEBEARD’S JOLLY ROGER on a hand. 

Finally, when dinner came, Deuce sat next to Eliza [ @xominous ] and eat without saying a word but keeping an eye on his surroundings. A smile was given to her, and when the chance came, he slid the final gift that had a BOW charm under her purple cloak. 

The victory was reached, and so, he felt tranquil and oddly proud of himself, once again.

[cxnsolatio]

✚✚✚  camilla   —  @xviridiis

The problem in question was snoring loudly in the fleshy cradle of Law’s hands. The tiny icon delicately painted on its body made very little room for doubt — this was Law’s personal communication device; to be more precise, the transponder snail that was connected to its twin sitting over the Tang’s dashboard. His grip on the creature was firm but mindful as though fearful of harming its shell, this in spite of Law’s obvious annoyance at the non-cooperating creature.

As it was to be expected from a surgeon, biology was a branch of knowledge Law had always excelled at in school. Electricity was another familiar subject, as more than having simply studied the electrical currents within the human body, he had also incorporated this knowledge into his fighting strategy and adapted it into techniques which caused a physiological malfunction, an achievement partly inspired by Bepo’s use of Electro, but deserving of acknowledgement on its own.

It was all very well as far as humans and minks were concerned but such was not the case with gastropods. If need was the mother of invention, then desperation must be the mother of humility, for the necessity to ring home and gather news while onboard the Sunny forced Law to admit his inability to solve this little problem of engineering.

❝ It won’t make a call no matter what I do ❞ he explained to Camilla. 

Law had tried everything, from coercing the snail with an appetising pellet to shaking it like a snow globe, to stimulating it with a minor electrical discharge but nothing would release the snail from its lethargic spell. Once again he dialled the number to no avail. He had thought there would be a signal.

❝ There must be something wrong with the transmitter. ❞

The guest had no remedy but to lean on the hosting crew’s technological skills and hope one of them was savvy enough to get the snail to work, or at least lend him a shelled peer with which to contact the Tang.

...he was starting to worry about his cat.

cont’d

[sxrosee-archive]

DIscourse (bc I see this SO MUCH with canon characters) about her nationality? like ppl erasing her arabic name and trying to pass her off as something else. wild manga colorings of her to fit their hcs

☤ │ OC Fandom Discourse ; @xviridiis :﹙.accepting.﹚

she might look remotely white, at least in her irl faceclaim, mainly because there is legit ZERO people who are middle eastern that have her look? while she is fair skinned, she is a person of color and that cannot be taken away from her no matter how xenophobic people are. same thing when people make her skin darker, because no. that is legit blackface and we don’t do that here.

also her culture is a mix of arab and indian which in itself is legit so DIVERSE. im all for having your own personal headcanons but don’t say its canon, cause it’s not??

[mikan-neko]

Starter for @xviridiis​!

❝Camilla?❞ The navigator wandered into the room holding clippings of her tangerine trees. She took great care of them, having grown up on the orchard, caring for them was ingrained in her head, however it seemed like one of the tree’s was in need of a little assistance.

❝Do you know of any way I can one of my tangerine tree’s taller? It’s a runt compared to the other ones and isn’t making nearly as much fruit!❞

[jcllyfisn]

xviridiis replied

MIK WE NEED TO PROTECT OLLIE FROM HENTAI ARTISTS

mik. FOOLISH !!!!!! *does the old razzle dazzle* I AM THE HENTAI ARTIST

[bearxclaws-blog]

SIts behind her and starts braiding Anita's hair. Mostly because she's bored.

🐻 — @xviridiis

There are few things that can keep her sitting still for long periods of time; listening to a story and having her hair touched. Had Camilla started telling her a tale while braiding her hair, the afternoon would have reached peak perfection— only she wasn’t speaking. Not much, anyway.

The silence and her friend’s fingers toying with her hair elicited a calm in the bear-woman that bordered on sleepiness. Every other minute, her eyelids threatened to fall close. Her breathing slowed, her body relaxed. She was steeped in pure bliss, and she worried she’d end up fast asleep if Camilla took her time.

“I never get to braid your hair ‘cause it’s always like that.” 

[xmenageriie]

BOOPS Anita's nose

🐻 — @xviridiis

Touches to her nose were often met with playful nipping or a sharp jerk of her head. This time, it was neither, and it was entirely because Camilla was the one booping her nose.

“Ehe——!” She giggled and returned the gesture, but not without giving Camilla’s nose an extra pinch. “Mine now!”

[xpuriity]

[wb au] Finding herself up earlier than usual, Camilla wandered the ship for a bit. A smile crossed her face when she reached the deck, seeing the familiar figure. "Morning" was all she said as she approached. Otherwise, she was too distracted by the rising sun to think of a conversation.

     |      ♪      It hadn’t been often any of her family would be up at such an early hour of the day but Rosa didn’t mind the company in the slightest, rather her wide smile made it evident she had been pleased to have her sister here by her side enjoying the beautiful view. 

     ❝Morning Millie~ Sleep well?❞

[devilslcg]

"I heard in Alabasta you went by 'Mr. Prince' "

❤ — @xviridiis

“Yeah, I did. I wasn’t really panicking when I came up with it, but it was the first time I had to go by a different name and think of one on the spot. Thinking about it now, I’m surprised it didn’t make anyone suspicious.” He chuckled awkwardly and fidgeted. “Guess it’s a good thing they didn’t think I was the princely type.”

He paused for a moment, then realization flickered to life in his bright, blue eyes.

“Oh, that’s right! You weren’t with us then. I keep forgetting that. It feels like you’ve been part of the screw since forever, Camilla-chan~! Makes me wonder what Alabasta would have been like if you were there. I think you’d have liked Vivi-chan, and I’m positive she’d like you. Maybe, some day in the future, we can do back.”

[mtwiind]

@xviridiis liked x for a lyrical starter 

          “have i been through too much now?” was there even any hope for the man who’s only known death and destruction? he wasn’t sure, and asking--to him--a new strawhat this question out of the blue, what was he even thinking?

[infcrtunii]

"Are you hiding a scar? Or is it just your aesthetic?" She will start shooting a million questions if no one stops her. "Did you make it yourself or do you have a place you buy them from?"

❝ —previous ; @xviridiis

There’s no second wasted between his question and hers, queries seemingly prepared with time whilst patiently waiting for a moment like this, where they are finally allowed to be free and reach the one in question as they look for answers which might not be the most honest, or the most believable, but answers nonetheless.

     While he knew questions like the ones Camilla has made will be asked at some point when meeting someone, there was a feeling of uneasiness on his skin, crawling all the way to his neck with an unhurried promise of apprehensiveness, to which he stood from his chair and took whatever paper he could grab, meant to make her think he was simply taking his time in answering, as he would do whenever asked anything personal. 

    Eyes glued to the paper, he tirelessly inspected its contents for the thousandth time. No matterhow many times had his mask been the subject of conversation, he still hated it when he was, involuntarily —from their part, he guessed —brought back to memories he wished to forget. But he had no choice; unless he was brainwashed, he was chained to them like a slave bound to an abusive master who would toy until breaking point. 

❝I certainly can’t be Masked Deuce without a mask, don’t you think? But masks like mine, you won’t find them anywhere unless I make them on mass.❞ Aesthetic, for short. And self-made.