Ace: *actively chooses to refer to himself as Portgas D Ace*
y’all: Portgas D Ace!!
Franky: *actively chooses to refer to himself as Franky*
Sanji: *actively chooses to refer to himself as JUST Sanji*
y’all: uhmmm he’s still a Vinsmoke :/ you can’t just ditch ur surname :/ his relationship with his biological family and how he feels about them or their name doesn’t matter :/ ur just overreacting and being melodramatic cuz you don’t like the name :/ get over it it’s just fiction :/
The common name of Forget-me-nots was calqued from the German “Vergissmeinnicht” and first used in English in AD 1398 through King Henry IV.
In 15th-century Germany, it was supposed that the wearers of the flower would not be forgotten by their lovers. Legend has it that in medieval times, a knight and his lady were walking along the side of a river. He picked a posy of flowers, but because of the weight of his armour he fell into the river. As he was drowning he threw the posy to his loved one and shouted “forget me not”. It was often worn by ladies as a sign of faithfulness and enduring love.
Iridescent opened lazily, blinking slowly as her vision eased into focus. Early morning light flooded through a nearby window, warming the vacant space of the berth at her side. As always, Elita stretched with a sigh, drowning out the sound of cracking and popping joints as best she could. Most days, she’d fuss over the noise, but today was different; today, nothing could sour her mood.
Sitting up with a hum slender digits rubbed at waking optics, looking about the dwelling with furrowed ridges. Something - no, someone was missing.