Emil & Zack, Emil & Zack, The Silly Fish and her Floof Hubby
It’s pretty and they both look fluffy and I can’t stop grinning looking at it!
Starter Call for Marine!Emil
@heavenlyborne said: 😳
Well she is, for a COMMONER
Emil blinked at Shalria. Was she looking at her? It had been a while since Shalria moved her head so while possible she had been staring at Emil, it was equally possible she was looking at something behind or around Emil, simply not moving her head…
“Is there something on my nose?” Emil questioned in the end, coking her head. They both knew there was something on her nose.
See me answering to a meme ask? Feel free to send it too. I save my memes in @archive-for-memes so feel free to scroll through and send things from there too. Just make it easy to find the correct meme if you’re picking something old.
Galapagos tensed somewhat but ultimately relaxed when this bladesmith came over to their weapon. It shouldn’t matter too much, she should worry less when what she wanted was the assistance from this young woman. She snorted a little at her never seeing a bayonet. Or rather almost misclassifying something as a bayonet.
“ That is one of the kinds of g gun swords…J Just takes a strong foundation so the blade doesn’t get b blown away by a single shot. ”
She had plenty of beli…or at least quite a lot, by no means was she rich, and what she had was what was generously provided by Indigo for…ah…something that wasn’t a blade. Probably a guess of wanting her to pick up something for him while she was down on the ground rather than on Merveille. She could make excuses, she wanted another blade for her gun.
“ So as the price isn’t a atrocious. ”
Gala spoke with a light tone as she nodded and followed her towards the ship. At the offer of tea, she looked somewhat pitying…She preferred booze, but wasn’t against a glass of tea…
“ Sure, I’ll t take some tea. ”
“Do you have a preference for tea? I’m not exaggerating when I say I have a whole cupboard of various teas.” Black, green, white, herbal, you name it. All labelled in a system she understood and read despite her blindness.
“I’m Emil by the way, how should I call you?” Emil didn’t even care if it was a real name or a pseudonym thought of on the fly as she hopped on board her ship. “Hop on,” she invited the other, patting an outdoor table with benches and cushions in various shapes and fuzziness.
Speaking about. “Oh,” Emil reached up and inside her hood to scoop her sparrow friend out. “This is Bor.” Emil scratched his head before placing him on a small cushion in the middle of the table, right next to a bowl with a grain mix.
He sleepily blinked at their guest, paused, gave out a quiet chirp before jumping off his pillow and closer to the edge of the table; closer to them.
“I think he likes you.”
would anyone be interested in a mini fic about Emil dancing with Zack?
The very fact she casually came up to Jake and planted her face into his chest. A soft smile on his lips as he draped his arms around her to hold her in that soft embrace. With the question raised to Jake, Fido already began to intervene with pouncing up on Emil’s leg to paw at her.
“Fireworks? As long as we’re not to close to the firework show, I think Fido will behave himself, isn’t that right you little rascal?” Jake looking to his Corgi as his puppy simply tilted his head to it’s side at it’s owner.
“But, yeah I’m free for anything really. Not like I have anything better to do now anyways.”
“No fireworks up close for you then,” speaking in a soft voice, Emil knelt to pick Fido up. She scratched him behind the ear as she held him close in between Jake and herself. “But all the snacks for you.” She chuckled, smirking at Jake. “I wonder how much I could spoil you with those till Jake would say enough.”
Emil shrugged. “No fireworks is fine by me. I can sense the explosions but the colours are lost on me so it’s nowhere as impressive."
Leaning back a bit, she made a point to look Jake up and down. "I wonder how you would look like in a kimono. Would you like to get dressed up in something?” Was the festival even in that aesthetic? Emil had no clue.
Give my muse an object and they’ll rate how they like it on a scale of 1-10! // A kazoo
An odd metal object… It was small, unfamiliar in his grip. Curious, he asked. “What is this sudden gift? I am unsure what to do with it.”
Ranking: Yet to be determined. Has no clue what it is or how to use it yet.
Emil held up a second kazoo and pointed to the wider end. “You play it by humming into that end. Humming. Because if you blow it.” She held it to her lips and blew, making no sound. “Nothing happens. But if you hum…” She took a breath and hummed a single, low note before nearing the instrument to her lips again.
It made the vibrating sound that oh so many people found annoying.
son-of-beast | Yamato
“He’d cling onto me for dear life.” Jake smiled softly as he glanced towards the door to the bathroom. He was allowing Emil to work her hands around his body to wash with soap, didn’t mean it didn’t felt good when she had her hands on him. “I see why not getting Bor a toy, it’d be nice for them. But yeah, it seems we have our day planned out.”
As her hands were on his stomach, as per usual between the both of them, his hands were brought right around to hold her butt. “Can’t get enough of this butt.” Jake casually saying. “But I wanted to say, what did you have in mind with Fido and heights though?”
“Good,” Emil gave out a clearly acted moan, then chuckled, wiggling her butt against Jake’s hands. Just as he couldn’t get enough of it, she couldn’t get enough of them. It felts as if she’s always enjoyed Jake’s touch… Maybe not back when he still smoke around her.
“I had a flight trip on my mind when I suggested that but if Fido’s going to be terrified, perhaps we should settle for more conventional modes of transport.” She smirked and rubbed the bar of soap against Jake’s stubble. Then grinned, dropped the soap and cupped both his cheeks, scratching the short, stiff hair. “I love it.”
It was tempting to continue his attempt to remove the arms without tools after the jab. The only thing that prevented him from doing so was the fact that he knew the process would take much longer than necessary without them.
Why in the world would someone have an entire workshop on their ship?
Still, the skeleton was adjusted into one hand so he could bring the coffee with him. This was definitely going to be needed. Especially after the quip about the skeleton.
Also following that, he took a long drink from the mug. Dear god. “And I suppose he’ll be making jokes about missing his arms for a while after this?” It was sarcastic, not exactly expectant of a response.
Law also wasn’t expecting the workshop to practically be a full blown smithy. He’d been expecting the most complicated thing in there to be maybe a carpentry bench. Something more like a tinkerer.
This confusion was why it was a moment before he turned his attention to the drawer, then to find a place to set his mug down. A couple different sizes were tried before he settled on one to remove the arms, setting both aside when done. “There,” while the pliers were placed back in the drawer they’d come from.
Sipping her tea, Emil sat on the table, swinging her feet ever so slightly. She considered putting a record on but - in the end - let Mr Seal deal with the arms in peace. Still, she took the first one and scratched her head with it.
“I’d like to make a statement.” With a smirk, Emil neared the hand of the arm she held to Mr Seal’s face. She wouldn’t press it should he - most likely - pull away, but maybe, perhaps, there was a chance he would surprise her and let the fake boney hand cup his cheek. “You might have Sausage Fingers, but those certainly aren’t Clumsy Fingers.”
“Do you want to try attaching them now?” Leaving the arm behind, Emil hopped off the table to return Mr Boner to his stand. “A cord might be enough to tie wrists to wrists, but I have some ribbons to tie a makeshift harness for the shoulder joints.” She took another drawer out - this one was full of tapes in various widths she used for decorating grips. Most of them should be black. “I’m guessing it will be way more comfortable if the weight of the arm sits there, not on your wrists.”
That certainly couldn’t be right. And it brought an annoyed exhale- yeah, he should’ve found a stopwatch first. He didn’t feel like doing that again. Not right now, at least. “Would’ve been a good thing to know beforehand.” Even as he turned to finish cleaning up instead, granola given up on when Emil apparently decided to finish it herself. He could go back over the room for a more thorough clean later.
Especially when she next spoke, bringing pause to his motions and his attention back over. “… You mean now or some other time?” More data for this little experiment would definitely be useful either way. Though that would mean he’d either need to properly clean this bed or use a different one.
Emil chuckled at his comment. It sounded as if someone else had stabbed him, and they used this accident as a learning experience. As if they didn’t consciously decide to test it out for the hell of it.
Shaking her head, Emil slid her cleaned knife back into the holster - she would have to remember to properly oil it later. “Some other time.” She poked his side - the opposite than the stabbed. “We should make sure to collect everything, so we don’t have to switch to your crew next, and so you heal up. The last thing we need is you fainting because you opened the wound due to the sheer excitement.”
Emil slid the wrapped from the granola and - holding by the end she had bitten - offered him the other end. “Wanna one more bite?” She had a second one in the backpack, but ‘shush’.
I find it amusing how both Emil and Law are ‘ew’ toward romance but they swing in opposite directions affection-wise.
Law’s very serious about the affection he gives and receives.
Emil gives and takes affection from left and right, diluted to the point it means nothing.
“Romance is overrated. Friends with benefits is better.”
In a spur of a moment, I’m announcing the 2nd Mad Emil’s Tea Party. We start on July 1st, and it lasts however long we feel like that.
The costume is mandatory; this time, the theme is Warrior Women. Like Xena, Wonder Woman and so on. It’s meta again so we can discuss our muns and talk about popculture again.
Emil’s next project: Xena’s outfit.
@sxlverswan said: Send ❓ and my muse will answer all questions honestly.
Yes, not only with her own life, but she would trust Mo with Bor’s life as well.
Not at all.
Yes, and depending on their crime, Emil might torture them beforehand too; though Mo shall never learn about that because she would disapprove for sure.
No, Emil would murder anyone who even suggests that.
Yes, risking her own life; but Mo is a badass pirate duchess, and Emil would happily sit on the side and cheer on while Mo deals with the mess herself.
Sexually? No. Emil is demisexual, and she finds no one attractive in that sense. Platonically and aesthetically? Very much for both. From what Emil can sense, Mo feels pretty (and comfy) to her.
Nope. It’s Emil who does things that Mo finds distasteful.
Yes, both as a friend date to a park or an opera, or as a decoy so Mo doesn’t have to go with some unwanted suitor.
Has and will many more times.
Emil would rather cut off both her arms than betray Mo.
Boobs. The affection Mo gives Emil.
Nothing. Even the qualities that might sometimes be vexing, like the occasional prejudice or hopeless romanticism, Emil appreciates cause those are what makes Mo Mo.
Technically, any fillet made by Emil is a fish fillet.
Totally has not just asked Mo if she would like Emil to fillet someone who upsets her. Not at all.
Note: I decided Emil would sense things before Observation Haki was explained in detail, basing it on one scene where Luffy ran blindfolded through a forest without bumping into each tree and rock (or I imagined it because I can’t find a clip with this scene anymore). I know Observation Haki doesn’t work like that, but I don’t care; I like Emil being a little ‘everyone knows something is impossible till an idiot who doesn’t know comes around and does it.’ She’s exactly that: as a blinded child in distress who didn’t exactly know how Haki was supposed to work, she developed it in a different direction.
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If someone asked Emil how she perceives the world, and she didn’t feel like going into details, she would say something along the lines of:
Imagine that everything is made out of glass. You can see silhouettes of things and people, and you can see through them into great distances, but you have no idea what colours they are.
It’s nothing like that.
I have a headcanon that Observation Haki does not always give feedback similar to vision. It’s the most common one, but it can be akin to other senses as well. Some would 'hear’ with Haki, some would 'smell’ (I HC that Bepo’s Haki is smell-based), and Emil 'feels’.
The feedback Emil gets from her Haki is as if her whole Haki detection range (~1.6km/~1mile radius) was her body and people and things pressed against her skin. She can sense shapes, motions and - to some degree - textures and temperature but no colours or patterns.
Furthermore, I headcanon that everyone’s Haki falls somewhere on the scale from 'selfish’ Haki that perceives 'danger to the user’, to 'selfless’ Haki that perceives 'emotions of others’. While most users fall somewhere in the middle of the scale, Emil falls far on the selfish spectrum.
That’s how she’s able to sense objects. While having next to no feedback on other people’s emotional state, Emil is able to sense inanimate objects because - between her 'selfish’ Haki and her blindness - everything can be dangerous. Everything is a tripping hazard. Everything can smack her in the face.
Emil’s unaware that’s the reason. It comes naturally to her and she has no sense how the ‘proper’ Haki is supposed to work.
Still, not everything is as easy to pick on. Emil has a couple of 'sensitivity layers’ she can perceive practically at the same time and overlay them. In order from easiest to the hardest to sense (that’s also the order she developed them in time):
Note that those are layers for Emil's default sensitivity. Her Observation Haki has a range of ~1.6km/~1mile with people still noticeable at the edges (but no objects), and Emil can focus and sacrifice it for the detail.
This exchange allows her to use precognition. For each second of foresight, she sacrifices ¾ of her range, up to 3 seconds. So, 1.6km for no foresight, 400m for 1 second, 100m for 2 seconds and 25m for 3 seconds. Furthermore, her focus with 3 seconds has to be so tight that even sneezing can throw it off, and with no distractions, she would struggle to keep it for more than a couple of minutes at a time.
By the way, this 1.6km radius range? There’s a caveat to it in regards to sensing inanimate objects. While yes, the furthest point Emil can detect is 1.6km away, there has to be a continuous line through air or water for it to work. The line doesn’t have to be straight; as long as it’s unbroken and doesn’t go outside Emil’s range, she can detect inanimate objects with no issue. The content of an air-sealed container in her hands would be a mystery till she pops it open, but a pair of scissors in a room with a vent three blocks away will be within her 'field of vision’.
There’s no such limitation for living beings; as long as they are not sitting inside other creatures, Emil can sense them.
Speaking about 'field of vision’, that would be a good comparison on how much info her mind is getting and processing. Everything within her range is in her 'field of vision’, but she’s not paying attention to everything at once. Spikes of 'danger’ are like sudden movements that draw her attention, but just because something is within her Haki range doesn’t mean she paid attention at the time. Yes, Emil tends to sweep through and note changes, but she can still miss things if it’s not her point of interest. Flicking her attention from one point to another doesn’t affect her range, just as moving one’s eyes doesn’t change one’s field of vision, just what bits are in focus.
Fun fact: Emil can lipread and follow people’s hand and pen movements to 'read’ what they are writing. It’s not a skill inherent to her haki but something she learned on her own, the same way a sighted person can learn to lipread. For either of those two work, Emil has to pay attention.
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Feel free to ask questions and I’ll elaborate.
Send ‘regress’ to meet my muse as a child. // For child Emil :p
Despite having had just met the other, Penguin had become fast friends with the young girl who had been visiting. She had come along with her parents, as he had quickly learned, and he had offered to show her to all the cool places around the island. After getting permission from both sets of parents they took off, Penguin pulling her along by her hand through the snow. The very first place he had taken her was a small cave near the edge of the water, a little place that he and Shachi loved to occupy and make their little hideout. “This is a super cool place! It has a lot of cool looking rocks and when it snows my best friend and I make really cool snow men to scare off all the others!”
“Here, that’s for you, Lamy.” Overhead, Emil held an already inflated, big pool float shaped like a bit flattened frog. “Just don’t take a scalpel to it.”
“Hm?” The brunette lazily lifted her sunglasses to peek at what Emil was holding above her head. Blinded by the bright shine, it took her several seconds and blinks to recognize the pattern on the inflated pool toy.
Lamy’s sudden cry sent several schools of fish scattering beneath the waves.
“GET THAT FOUL GREEN BEAST AWAY FROM ME!” She screamed, taking cover behind the wooden railing. Frogs were just utterly and outright gross, with their lanky legs and slimy skin - not to mention their fly-catching tongues and the sounds they made! Truly nightmare-inducing spawns of the devil that could stay the hell away from her. “I WILL IF YOU DON’T THROW IT OVERBOARD AT ONCE!”
Emil's knife clattered on the deck as she slid on her knees to Lamy - the limping by the second inflatable already in the water. “It’s gone,” with those quiet but sure words, she circled her arms around Lamy’s head and pulled her in, pressing her damp face against her chest.
“It’s gone now,” Emil repeated, running her hand over Lamy’s locks. A slow, deep inhale. Pause. An exhale with a soft “you’re safe.” An inhale. A Pause. An exhale. Having someone take slow deep breaths often made panicked people instinctively follow suit. Would it work?
Was Emil trying to calm Lamy, or herself?
“I’m sorry,” Emil’s voice was fainter than earlier, her unseeing sight stuck in a far distance. How many times had she said that already? Will there ever be enough?
Emil shook her head and pushed those thoughts down - deep down - her attention back on Lamy. “You’re safe,” she repeated in a caring tone, rubbing slow circles in Lamy’s back, letting her cry as much as she needed.