it was pirate weekend at the ren faire last weekend, so here’s me and my brother as Nami and cabin-boy Shanks :) (faces redacted for privacy lol)
also shoutout to the other one piece cosplayers we saw, including:
- somebody in a full Franky bodysuit in like 90 degree (F) heat
- vice-admiral Garp, (at pirate weekend) complete with dog hat
- some guy who might have been Mihawk but also might have just been wearing a black hat with a feather and a cross necklace??
and last but certainly not least:
- a tiny little Luffy who barely came up to my hip when we took a picture together, did the iconic Shanks + Luffy pose with my brother, and when I saw him later in the day I heard his dad say “look, there’s Nami!” and he waved at me… it was so cute I literally almost cried 😭
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“…They need how much water?”
“You're joking! That's enough to fill the northern lake and then some!”
“Where is it all gonna come from — the ocean? We're gonna have ocean water filling our streets?”
“That's gonna be so messy. No one wants to wade through all that at a festival.”
“How do they manage that in Meriburn? They've gotta have grates in their streets, right?”
— And, like clockwork, he can hear his older sister's sigh at the influx of question and conclusions Tallis and Vance lay at their feet. They're curious and Wynn certainly couldn't blame them, given how eager they had been to listen in on discussions about the impending festival. He wouldn't fault them for their excitement, either…. but it would be nice for them to take a breath and let Sybil ( or himself, for that matter ) explain before their minds ran wild.
“Yes, of course — they're gonna flood the streets.” comes Sybil's mildly sarcastic reply, paired with a shake of her head. “Maybe they'll flood the castle too, if you two have anything to say about it.”
A chuckle sounds in Wynn's throat. “Don't put the thought in their heads, now. Next thing you know, I'll hear whispers of the castle turning into an aquarium.”
That earns an amused little eye roll from his sister, as well as some protest from his brothers ( but that much, he expected ).
“They're going to be using water from the neighboring ocean but it's going to be purified before they just… dump it on our heads.” Sybil explains, “And, from what was discussed… they'll probably use magic for a majority of whatever water-based spectacle is needed during the festival. Brecaea doesn't have the infrastructure to do what Meriburn does with the whole… “water in the streets, enjoy the festival barefoot, barriers to minimize flooding” but we're doing something pretty similar. I think they should be painting some sidewalks and roads with whatever substance coats Meriburn's streets today or tomorrow.”
“And the day after that… Queen Dakota is paying us another visit and will be staying until the festival finishes. So any questions you have — you can just ask her.” The royal leans back against one of the many window sills in the sitting room. “Granted you two don't inundate her with needless questions.”
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Shidou Ryusei & @rizzagi
How you meet.
You’d been drinking the same drink all evening, paying over the odds for it as all part and parcel of the festival experience. You couldn’t even be mad about it either, you were just happy to be here. Except this time when you took a sip of your drink, you could taste almost nothing except the sugary mixer.
Usually you wouldn’t have complained, but after spending the better part of an hour in the ridiculous bar line you weren’t about to take any bad pours, especially when the guy was using a fucking jigger. The drinks are already overpriced and this guy is trying to give you less than a shot?
“Can you just remake it please?” You were keeping it polite, even though you wanted to cuss the guy out.
“There’s nothing wrong with it.” The barman replied simply as he gave you a smug smile you wished you could wipe of his face.
You were then caught by surprise when someone picked up your drink beside you and shamelessly took a large gulp of it, almost downing half the plastic cup.
“Nah, tastes like shit.” The guy scoffed, “Are you sure you even put any alcohol in this?”
Shidou was imposing as he leaned over the bar, even in his stance he towered over the barman. Who suddenly turned to grab a fresh plastic cup, free pouring liquor into it so you could see before filling it to the top with mixer.
“I think you should give her another one for the inconvenience, bro.” The last word seemed forced as he gestured with his head for another cup, and you were surprised how easily the barman complied.
You always thought in these sorts of situations pretty girls got their way better than guys, but this man was proving you wrong.
“She appreciates it, don’t you babygirl?” He picked up the other glass and slung an arm over your shoulder, ushering you away from the bar like he knew you.
Glancing up at him as he took a large mouthful of the drink he’d said was for you as he gave you a cocky smile.
“Thought you got that for me?” You raised a brow as he shrugged, leaning more of his weight against you.
“I already helped you out and fixed you a nice, strong drink, didn’t I?” He winked, “Don’t I deserve a reward? Unless you want to reward me by sucking my cock?”
What the fuck?? You were tempted to throw the drink you’d just bought over his head, but the thought of going through that line and a half-measure again seemed far worse.
“You’re a fucking creep.” You shrugged his arm off your shoulder as you made your way towards the main stage.
“Aw, don’t be like that, gorgeous.” He grinned, following you like a lost puppy, “I know you like me a little— I can tell, you know. And you’ll like me a lot more when I make you cum—”
And he was right, halfway through Kaivon’s set he’s got your thighs over his shoulders as he’s eating you out in the ladies bathrooms. To this day you still blame him for making you miss Kaivon for the second year in a row, and the cocky prick tells you it was worth it because he gave you the best head of your life (you’ll never admit to him that it’s true).
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“ you got everything you need? “ he asks, shuffling through his own bag to make sure that he had the festival tickets, a proper change of clothes, and everything else he might need for a long weekend of music. “ you think we should stop for snacks? it’s roughly a two hour drive and an energy drink is kinda’ calling my name. “ // @ask-alicelockwood
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