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cxnsolatio · 3 months

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Hey, guys. Still on this plane of existence, yet. Are you still writing here or elsewhere? I can't make sense of this dashboard anymore!

#tbd

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cxnsolatio · 10 months

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/ ooc. just letting those who are interested know i’m alive and well. just been caught between trying to get an appointment with my psychiatrist for two months, which as you can imagine means i’m need of some support i’m in lacking, but still, carrying on; a bit upset with stuff from work, and currently enrolled in a psychoactives course for which i really have to hurry in turning in works. missing lawrence and all of you x

#✚ | ❝ the devil's got a hold on my soul and he just won't let me be ❞ { ooc }#i also learned this blog is now 4 years old oops

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cxnsolatio · 1 year

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If I should go tomorrow It would never be goodbye, For I have left my heart with you, So don’t you ever cry. The love that’s deep within me, Shall reach you from the stars, You’ll feel it from the heavens, And it will heal the scars. -Author Unknown

@cxnsolatio

[Aya, in the arms of Death. The Surgeon of Death, delicately holding the one heart he never had to steal.

I love the contrast and dynamic between these two - life and death, Hades and Persephone, Winter and Spring. Opposites and the same in so many ways, two sides of a similar coin. I adore them to the moon and back, and I am in absolute love with this art.

Art by @kumamaskart here on tumblr ; KumaMask on Twitter ; kumamaskart on Instagram.]

#it's so beautiful I've already told you #law & aya #i love them too

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cxnsolatio · 1 year

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/ hc. about hygiene.

law showers every single day, unless it can't be helped. (to go a-pirating may not come with the necessary amenities). he might take two showers in a day in hot weather, or if the tang is especially, out of the ordinary hot in spite of whatever is going on above the surface. otherwise, he may just wash his lowers.

apropos, law uses the toilet and washes his lowers after intercourse. he's an uncircumcised doctor, you be rest assured he's preventing smegma and infection.

he's very particular about his facial hair, which he cherishes. presently, he does not care for growing his goatee into another kind of beard or sporting a moustache, so he shaves the stubble, which averages about four days to appear unorderly, about two times a week. you may catch him in one of such days, where minor stubble is present.

orally, he's a dentist's dream: brushes the teeth, flosses, gargles with salt water and scrapes his tongue. instead of mouthwash, however, law likes to chew on spearmint leaves or take them prepared as tea, as a means to cleanse his mouth from the always-needed coffee, the occasional smoke and scotch. those (un)lucky enough to kiss his mouth may be able to pick traces of any of these, but it's a fairly minty mouth.

i've alluded to this before while in character, but law moisturises his skin, not considering it purely cosmetic caprice but healthcare practice as well. dry skin tends to tear, opening gates to potential infections. this he does after showering, and normally with a dry oil instead of a cream texture. this doubles as a body fragrance instead of perfume and gives his taupe skin a bit of a glow.

law smells mostly of cedarwood, anise and sweet almond. plus the already-mentioned notes one may find in his mouth. whiffs of rubbing alcohol may waft off his hands several times doing the day.

#✚ | ❝ branded a leper because you don't fit / in the land of the free you just live by your wits ❞ { headcanons }

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cxnsolatio · 1 year

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TAG DROP!!

CHARACTER & GROUP TAGS

✚ | ❝ you're standing in the wings ; there you wait for the curtain to fall ❞ { c / donquixote doflamingo }

✚ | ❝ silent screams laughing here ; dying to tell you the truth ❞ { c / donquixote rosinante }

✚ | ❝ not alone with a dream / just a want to be free ; with a need to belong / i am the clansman ❞ { c / monkey d. luffy }

✚ | ❝ teach me the art of war ; for i shall bring more than you bargained for ❞ { c / roronoa zoro }

✚ | ❝ but brutus wasn't kind / wasn't strawberries that were red ; he wasn't cutting bread ❞ { c / eustass kid }

✚ | ❝ just for a second a glimpse of my father I see ; and in a movement he beckons to me ❞ { c / usopp }

✚ | ❝ i see the ghosts of navigators but they are lost / as they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost ❞ { c / brook }

✚ | ❝ but a ghost lives in my veins ; silent the terror that reigned marbled in stone ❞ { c / sanji }

✚ | ❝ nowhere left to run ; navigator's son / chasing rainbows all my days ❞ { c / bepo }

✚ | ❝ face up ; make your stand / and realise you're living in the golden years ❞ { c / shachi }

✚ | ❝ say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death / hello to eternity and live for every breath ❞ { c / penguin }

✚ | ❝ can i tempt you? come with me / be devil may care ; fulfill your dream ❞ { c / ikkaku }

✚ | ❝ unknowingly blessed and as his life unfolds / slowly unveiling the power he holds ❞ { c / tony tony chopper }

✚ | ❝ you watch the world exploding every single night ; dancing in the sun / a newborn in the light ❞ { c / nico robin }

✚ | ❝ they dared to go, where no one would try / they chose to fly where eagles dare ❞ { g / straw hat pirates }

✚ | ❝ when it comes to the time are we partners in crime? when it comes to the time ; we'll be ready to die ❞ { g / heart pirates }

OTHER TAGS

✚ | ❝ and the ship it sinks like lead into the sea / and the hermit shrives the mariner of his sins ❞ { v / contemporary }

✚ | ❝ we fly a flag in some foreign earth ; we sailed away like our fathers before ❞ { v / ??? }

✚ | ❝ can i play with madness? the prophet stared at his crystal ball ❞ { crack }

#✚ | ❝ you're standing in the wings ; there you wait for the curtain to fall ❞ { c / donquixote doflamingo }#✚ | ❝ silent screams laughing here ; dying to tell you the truth ❞ { c / donquixote rosinante }#✚ | ❝ not alone with a dream / just a want to be free ; with a need to belong / i am the clansman ❞ { c / monkey d. luffy }#✚ | ❝ teach me the art of war ; for i shall bring more than you bargained for ❞ { c / roronoa zoro }#✚ | ❝ but brutus wasn't kind / wasn't strawberries that were red ; he wasn't cutting bread ❞ { c / eustass kid }#✚ | ❝ just for a second a glimpse of my father I see ; and in a movement he beckons to me ❞ { c / usopp }#✚ | ❝ i see the ghosts of navigators but they are lost / as they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost ❞ { c / brook }#✚ | ❝ but a ghost lives in my veins ; silent the terror that reigned marbled in stone ❞ { c / sanji }#✚ | ❝ nowhere left to run ; navigator's son / chasing rainbows all my days ❞ { c / bepo }#✚ | ❝ face up ; make your stand / and realise you're living in the golden years ❞ { c / shachi }#✚ | ❝ say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death / hello to eternity and live for every breath ❞ { c / penguin }#✚ | ❝ can i tempt you? come with me / be devil may care ; fulfill your dream ❞ { c / ikkaku }#✚ | ❝ unknowingly blessed and as his life unfolds / slowly unveiling the power he holds ❞ { c / tony tony chopper }#✚ | ❝ you watch the world exploding every single night ; dancing in the sun / a newborn in the light ❞ { c / nico robin }#✚ | ❝ they dared to go where no one would try / they chose to fly where eagles dare ❞ { g / straw hat pirates }#✚ | ❝ when it comes to the time are we partners in crime? when it comes to the time ; we'll be ready to die ❞ { g / heart pirates }#✚ | ❝ and the ship it sinks like lead into the sea / and the hermit shrives the mariner of his sins ❞ { v / contemporary }#✚ | ❝ we fly a flag in some foreign earth ; we sailed away like our fathers before ❞ { v / ??? }#✚ | ❝ can i play with madness? the prophet stared at his crystal ball ❞ { crack }

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cxnsolatio · 1 year

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There was nothing about Law that suggested him to be affiliated with the marines. No, hold on that thought — he was affiliated with the organisation indeed, only at an indirect and dishonourable capacity. Were it not for him and others of the same ilk, those poor bastards would be out of a job, would they not? The occupation of justice demanded a bountiful supply of rogues to keep it thriving; that is just the way of law enforcement economics. Law was quite happy to support the system in an anti-establishment kind of way.

Be that as it may, he resented the connection, though he could not blame the woman for not recognising him as a pirate. In spite of the trademarked smiley he wore for a jolly roger, his name was not yet widely known across the Blues, his face and figures yet unremarkable, and relative anonymity was not without its privileges. But the tide, it does turn, and there would come a day Law's wave would roll up and engorge into a devastating tsunami.

Alas for his asker, Law's current status had thus far granted him an uneventful promenade since the Heart Pirates had arrived on land, and to travel in a submarine generally extended the necessary timeframe for one to be spotted, reported and chased after by the opposing party. As it follows, not only did Law have time to engage in extracurricular activities, and not even having an entire battalion hunting him down avenues and alleyways could dampen his resolute and everlasting will to be a bastard, whenever the chance presented itself.

The chance did present. Whether aware of it or not, the woman had just provided him with a very private piece of information most irresistible to take advantage of; her only glimpse of luck being it was a bit of ill-spirited fun that Law procured, not a victim to subject to unspeakable acts of cruelty. His heart was not that black.

She sought meaning to her existence, perchance to be found through entering the marine corps. He supposed that could work — living every day with one purpose in mind, the one of finding a most foul villain to end in an equally deviant way did provide the individual with an urge to go onward. Law did know this by personal experience. Hatred was quite the life force. To him, she appeared a bit too tame to be capable of harbouring passionate hate for outlaws, yet doubted not marine indoctrination would know how to explore her emptiness to its full extent, strip her of whatever gentleness resided in her — weakness.

Law considered the poster balancing oh-so-softly in the breeze, as the wind shook the tranquil leaves. The charcoal illustration of a few marines rounding up a group of crudely-drawn pirates was laughable; as if all pirates were dirty drunkards wearing eye patches and macaws for fashion accessories, a leg or indeed two conspicuously absent. This scene unveiled behind a dashing officer in the foreground, demanding attention to his cause. It was good marketing, Law had to admit, to promise so much in so short a phrase. It was hard to believe the quiet village might need any protection at all but, then again, at least a dozen pirates paraded the marketplace right now, shopping for fresh vegetables for dinner and canned goods that would last them a prolonged stay under the sea should the next island be weeks away. The Heart Pirates may be the least of the locals' problems.

Not one to deny a damsel in distress her due assistance, particularly when there was something for him to gain in return — insight, a debt to be collected at a later time, the sheer enjoyment of acting on his scoundrel nature — Law put on his best acting skills and feigned shock, umbrage even, as though he had been asked to do something very low, such as to kick a baby or steal candy from a puppy. No, that was not it… But these were vile examples as well. Unceremoniously, he took the woman by the shoulder and pulled her away from the recruitment tree.

Did he know about these marine people? Oh, did he ever!

❝ Oh no, Miss, you don't want to mix with that lot. ❞ His brow furrowed, the study of her expression a constancy, and conspiratorially he whispered to the stranger, ❝ An awful lot they are. They say the marines steal children off their beds in the middle of the night; pluck babes off their mothers' breast. It's a cult, Miss, that's what it is. ❞ Law looked to the right and to the left, as if worried over being heard, a teeny pantomime to give credence to his cock-and-bull story. Bravo.

❝ I know what you're thinking. 'But, my most gallant sir, certainly it can't be so. That poster looks jolly good fun! Ah. ❞ Law pointed to his temple. ❝ Propaganda. Don't let yourself be deceived. As a matter of fact… ❞ Law circled vulture-like around the woman; it was nothing short of a prodigy how quickly falsities were threaded into arguments by the spinning wheels of his mind. Bullshitting was always such enormous fun! ❝ That is why I'm here. Captain Trafalgar, Miss, on behalf of the World Investigation Bureau, to scrutinise the local branch and the allegations of kidnapping and maltreating that befall the marines. Needless to say, mum's the word.

❝ And now that I've told you all of this, my lady, the question you must ask yourself is this: whose side do you want to be on? ❞

Law hoped, of course, that she would choose his. The village was quiet... Too quiet. News of strangers infiltrating the marine headquarters in spite of its heavy security and wreaking havoc was sure to divert the locals when they hit the papers. Plus, the Heart Pirates could use another measure of infamy for their growing popularity. To lead an up-and-coming pirate crew, a captain must be a good many things. He had to be level-headed and brave, and have expert feet to walk the fine line between authority and democratic exercise. A showman. And his crew's best publicist.

'Do something with your life, be part of the marines'.

A poster is hung around a tree in the village of the East Blue that Tashigi was currently stationed and was reading after she had just gotten thrown out of another dojo. This was being a common occurrence and the flyer did seem to be promising. Maybe these marines would let her join. They seemed a lot better than her other options at the moment.

She decides to ask someone about the poster and chooses a sullen person to her right. "Um, do you know about these marine people? Can they help me train and have my life mean something like that poster says??".

@cxnsolatio liked for a Tiny Tashigi starter call.

#shiigures #✚ | ❝ i have seen many things in a lifetime alone / mother love is no more ; bring this savage back home ❞ { v / main }#✚ | ❝ though i am blessed with an inner strength / some they would call it a penance ❞ { ic }#long post for ts

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cxnsolatio · 1 year

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“ because i know something you don’t know. ” (hi!)

✚✚✚ melody — @summerxmelodies

the princess bride sentence starters ⁽ ⁿᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶦⁿᵍ ⁾

❝ Congratu-fucking-lations ❞ Law quipped, the corners of his lips already turning upwards in a satisfied smirk, ready as ever to have a little gaiety at someone else's expense: hers. How Melody responded from this moment on would dictate whether Law found her entertaining and worthy of his wit made verb, or tedious and deserving of nothing but a turn of his heel and shrinking figure into the horizon. ❝ So you know one thing I don't. ❞

Something. A thing, singular; not a few, and perhaps not worth much. Knowing alone was no argument; except, of course, when he found it convenient to make it so. Law gathered there was only so much he knew, a drop in a sea of endless knowledge. The road to erudition was toilsome, long-drawn and serpentine, not a path for the easily weary. It forked at numberless turns; forced the walker into unseeable promenades, its paving a never-ending labour. Before the impossible task, Law found himself humble but never contrite over his decision. Those first steps his parents had helped him take would always be regarded as both a pleasant domestic memory and a fateful intervenience. He enjoyed being a pirate, loved being captain to a wonderful group of people worth more than he could provide for, but being an academic he adored with reverence, as well as deference.

Yet, before others, Law fashioned himself a savant, ego inflated by a no means small curriculum, and really, how many pirates could boast of having been to school and undertaking academic endeavours alongside their official, illegal means of persistence? Law's name was closely associated with the noun 'laurel', after all, and the leaves of Laurus nobilis were the crowning symbol of scholarly pursuit. It should be no wonder that he cared so deeply about acquiring knowledge — some might say he was destined for it since baptism — and to flaunt what intelligence he bore did no wrong, either. If anything, it presented a mild nuisance, but no harm.

❝ Well? ❞ He nigh barked with impatience, but equal measures of curiosity and amusement lurked beneath his closed semblance. ❝ Let's hear it then. What's so important that you must share it with me? ❞ if, indeed, she must. To be fair, Melody had never classified the secret information only she possessed as to its importance, but it must be something interesting, or else why even bring it up impromptu?

Was it factual? Anecdotal? Whatever it was, Law hoped it was two things. One, indeed interesting and useful, it not for the current moment, then to store and bring up at a more convenient timing which suited his needs. Another tool in his arsenal of planning and conquering, one piece of intel and one calculated step at a time. Two, that it was worth the benefit of his undivided attention, which Melody had for now, yet for how long?

His arms crossed over his chest as if in silent warning. He would not stand for time lost on pointless nothings. Unless Melody succeeded in piquing his humour, now that she'd succeeded in garnering his curiosity, in which case the verbal exchange would prove fruitful all the same. Trafalgar Law was not a man easy to amuse.

#summerxmelodies #✚ | ❝ though i am blessed with an inner strength / some they would call it a penance ❞ { ic }#✚ | ❝ i have seen many things in a lifetime alone / mother love is no more ; bring this savage back home ❞ { v / main }#ok so it's more correct to only use a character's name after learning it but i could not be bovvered

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cxnsolatio · 1 year

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#✚ | ❝ as i danced with the dead my free spirit was laughing and howling down at me ❞ { aesthetics }

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cxnsolatio · 1 year

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Send your muse’s thoughts about mine on anon

And my muse will react

#✚ | ❝ stone cold sober and sitting in silence / laid back and looking for sympathy ❞ { memes }

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cxnsolatio · 1 year

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/ hc. it's official, i'm giving law nipple piercings. golden, to match his earrings.

#still debating whether to give him an ampallang though #✚ | ❝ branded a leper because you don't fit / in the land of the free you just live by your wits ❞ { headcanons }

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cxnsolatio · 1 year

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" I feel like I should be asking something about the polar bear, but I won't." Kakashi stares off into the distance.

✚✚✚ kakashi — @wanderingshinobi

❝ And yet, ask about the polar bear you did, only by other words. ❞

Law did not even try to hide his annoyance at the implicit query, nor did he have a reason to bother himself feigning a good mood to assuage a man by all accounts unknown and unimportant, the former preceding the latter. Seldom did he disguise feelings of distaste, though on occasion he might, for the benefit of his crewmates and of them alone.

A lie, he had found, was preferable to an uncomfortable truth when it came to those he loved and who requited this fondness. Pious even. While shameless half-truths solved no underlying cause of Law's troubles, they certainly proved effective in sparing him of the fuss that would follow honest shares of distress in tandem.

Yet, he could not resent the stranger for his curiosity. Not many bears trod land standing on their hind legs in humanlike bipedalism, let alone dressed in coveralls. And if there were bears who trod the urbanised landscape on their hind legs while fashionably dressed in the manner of men, those of them capable of high intellect and intelligible human speech ought to be even rarer. Looks and words of interest were to be expected whenever the Heart Pirates walked into town, untried or previously surveyed, Bepo usually leading the vanguard by Law's side, every now and then adding to the strangeness of the group by acting the porter of Law's blade. It was the discourtesy of some of those looks and words that inconvenienced him, as though any biased predisposition to Bepo were a snub to his own person.

To his credit, the man had opted for a furtive glance rather than for a point-and-stare combination, an attitude Law would not have handled with an equal degree of coolness. He would not admit to having Bepo gawked at like a circus attraction, and even the polar bear would not be safe from punishment never mind his innocence on the matter, for the mink would utter an apology for that which he could not avoid or contradict — looking the way he did, walking and talking amongst people — and lower his head as though his humble existence were an affront to a third party. Bepo, too, would be admonished for acting out of place.

❝ His name is Bepo. ❞ Law stole a glance at his bear as he answered, finding Bepo flanked by Shachi and Penguin, the trio happily engaged with jumbo-sized popsicles in a rainbow of fruity flavours; the black corners of the ursine mouth dripping red from mindless licking, much to the aversion of the two men who stepped aside in a frantic dance to stay clear of projected slobber, clear or colourful.

It was an endearing sight to behold, how happy Bepo was to freshen up with a sweet treat, even if the thought of having to remove the stains of artificial colouring from Bepo's white fur until restituted to its niveous state made Law frown with anticipated chagrin. A nice bath and a good, soapy scrubbing would be awaiting the bear once they made it home to the Tang.

❝ He's my navigator and a dear friend of mine. ❞ Truthfully, his best, but Law need not share that fact with the mystifying outsider; already he offered enough particulars in one short sentence. Devoid of sentimentality, stated matter-of-factly. The ultimatum was understated but clear. Be mindful of what you say about my bear.

For all his subtlety, however, Law could not suppress a clearer warning with a question of his own. ❝ What's it to you? ❞

#wanderingshinobi #✚ | ❝ though i am blessed with an inner strength / some they would call it a penance ❞ { ic }#✚ | ❝ we fly a flag in some foreign earth ; we sailed away like our fathers before ❞ { v / ??? }

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cxnsolatio · 1 year

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two swordmasters, both alike in dignity, in the world of eiichiro oda’s one piece, where we lay our scene.

trafalgar law, cxnsolatio, written by sparrow. & tashigi, shiigures, written by sere.

#shiigures #one piece roleplay #one piece rp #promos #cxnsolatio #i might do more dual promos in the future tbh

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❝ As a matter of fact, Tony, there is something wrong. ❞

To face Chopper with an indignant expression was not for the faint of heart. It took one too withered, too habituated to having the same trick pulled on them, albeit from a culprit of an entirely different species, to see past the reindeer's candied eyes. To scold cute, little Chopper felt nigh sinful, but someone ought to remind him his saccharine tricks would not always work in a reality more concerned with attributes far more influential, capitalisable, or plain more useful than cuteness alone. The quality of being endearing was no commodity, at least not outside the reindeer's fairy-flossed fantasy.

Being more than experienced with this very charge thanks to Bepo, who would not think twice at weaponising his adorable beady eyes against his captain — for shame! — Law accepted the role of the offender with ease, already resigned to this fate. Were Bepo and Chopper not the true villains in this story, thinking themselves controlling of grown men and women with a mere batting of their pretty eyelashes and the twinkle of innocence both genuine and affected in their glistening eyes?

Oh, yes. Law had seen what those sweet eyes were capable of doing to Nico and Nami, so easily deceived, what with their feminine sympathy for fuzzy critters.

But he was not half as foolish!

❝ You called me your assistant. ❞ Law explained, all but holding his hip like a disapproving parent. ❝ I thought we were colleagues, Tony. Do you think so lowly of me you would demote me? Strip me of my title? ❞ Law's semblance conveyed an outrage larger than what he felt. The reindeer had teased his post; retribution was only fair.

@cxnsolatio commented " Beg pardon?!! "

" is something wrong law ? "

#deerdoc #✚ | ❝ though i am blessed with an inner strength / some they would call it a penance ❞ { ic }#✚ | ❝ i have seen many things in a lifetime alone / mother love is no more ; bring this savage back home ❞ { v / main }#thanks for the reply!#trafalgar “i went to medical school” law #WHERE ARE YOUR DIPLOMAS TONY??

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❝ Yes ❞ he said with another kiss to her hand, residual softness still on his lips, thus allowing the rare glimpse of secret vulnerability to present itself for a little longer. Somehow, it mattered not to Law if Aya saw it, the hunger for affection which lurked beneath, for it was as genuine as his outermost mordacity and hardened demeanour.

Perchance she would not mistake leniency for frailty; rob him of egotistical manhood. She may even come to understand his apparent duplicity, for no person is truly a monolith, and no one really knows how two people act around each other when in utter seclusion, in a world of their own. Yes, Law could be cold-blooded and he could be hot-tempered; despondent yet loving. These were not contradictions, they were the many capacities of the nexus known as the human condition.

As such, like the complex man he was, Law added to his former response, using Aya's phrase as both argument and counter-argument of his own. ❝ And no. I don't just like making you blush, though I admit I find it a very worthwhile activity. It requires little effort on my part, and the reward is immediate and immense. ❞

In his arsenal of villainous behaviours, Law counted many ways to unsettle his paramour, of which several required no physical contact between the two. A crude anecdote with a devilish smile, a more passionate cussing in earnest, a clever hint of a double entendre and the little mermaid's cheeks would colour pink, red, coral depending on the light. And she'd appear to him even more prepossessing for it.

❝ You see, apart from making you blush, I also enjoy… ❞ He paused for dramatic effect, eyes almost pitiful for Aya and the vexation she had to endure, never mind the sole reason for it resided in him. If only she was not so fun to tease; if only the fairy floss hue which adorned her cheeks was not as adorable to gaze upon, something Law could picture himself doing in perpetuity. ❝ Kissing your hands. ❞

And thrice did he kiss them as though spellbound. As if binding her to an incantation that was his to beseech but to him unknown.

A man of medicine could never underestimate skin. Dry skin was prone to tearing, the rips in due turn giving entrance to infection and disease. Law kept his skin moisturised on the daily, disclosing the practice not as the product of cosmetic fretting, but as yet another form of hygienic custom. His hands were not rugged as those of other seafarers who manned the rigging of their ships, nor were they as velvety as those of the beau whose life had never known a single day of manual labour. They just were, cared for and clean, as if always at the ready to conduct the tasks of his métier.

Untangling the fingers, Law held out his hand beneath Aya's, digits spread out so that hers lay on him, palm against the back of his mismatched hand. Her skin was suppler and certainly prettier, her hand small and dainty atop his. Likewise, he considered the scales which adorned the back of Aya's hand like a protective shield, a remnant of their primary form in the body of a whole mermaid. The overall effect, as the flesh and the scales merged into each other, was as foreign as it was enchanting. As though it were wrong but also right, a scientific oddity. A beautiful impossibility.

Law swayed their hands so that they caught in the light, a gleam reflecting off Aya's polished plates. They shone iridescent, like teeny tiny opals. Others may find it unattractive, maybe even bizarre, how Ayaka, of such humanlike appearance and poise, retained the assets of her merfolk ancestry in patches mapped out randomly throughout her body. Not that Law had seen her naked in full, mind, but by the bareness of her head and upper limbs he could gather there were more clusters of mermaid scales he was not seeing under her sundress.

Law's hands, too, were marred in a way; not by a form of non-human anatomy, but by changes in pigmentation which occurred in splotches across his skin, more prevalent on the left side of his body. In this, they complemented each other, groupings of plates against gatherings of depigmented tissue.

His throat reproduced a sad chortle. The irony was not lost on him that, although it was he who was the full-blooded human of the pair, he was also the unlovely creature of children's lore. Law doubted anyone who had ever looked upon Aya had ever thought her less than a looker. Mermaids were considered beings of beauty and magic, after all, and, sadly, not much to their benefit. Throughout history they had been hunted down, traded, enslaved — this Law had witnessed. This godforsaken world was democratically cruel to Beauty and Beast alike. He doubted Aya had ever been ensnared for her diluted merfolk blood, which could not be worth much in the underground exchange — but if one wanted to, to trap and harm her, let them try. Let them try him.

Now looping his fingers around Aya's once more, Law brushed his mouth against the scales on the mermaid's hands, finding them softer than anticipation would have it. Again, a fragment of Aya's inheritance, for the leptoid scales would soften the drag of the water as the mermaid moved about in her oceanic surroundings. They scratched a bit at his lips when he moved them in the direction contrary to their placement, like human hairs standing on end, albeit more perilous — scales could pierce through skin, but such did not seem to be the case with Aya's. A deeper level of intimacy would be required for Law to find out.

❝ But not just your hands, ❞ he carried on, oblivious to how much time had elapsed since his previous words had been voiced, and uncaring of it as well. He could have stayed in silent contemplation of Aya's beauty for one minute, for one hour. Time was factual enough but relative; useful but unimportant, at least in the current delusion of rapture Law was trapped in, which was how it felt like to be enveloped in Aya's halo, where time was secondary to simply being.

❝ Your arm. ❞ Law's mouth inched upwards along her arm, changing between flesh and scales as it progressed further along the limb, feeling the variation in textures with zealous care. No fixture of hers could deter him from this enjoyment, the satisfaction of aggravating Aya, of deepening the colour of her cheeks, of causing her heart to beat faster, reverberations he felt ricocheting off his kisses, the simple pleasure of sweet caresses.

He would not stop at any given section of her arm, calling the body part by its name as he kissed Aya's naked shoulder, reiterating his taste for kissing more than just her hand, for liking more than just making her blush. Presently, he loved to feel the goosebumps his mouth left behind its calculated trail.

❝ Shall I go on? ❞ He teased with an accursed smirk, signaling to her a Faustian willingness to keep enunciating names as his lips ventured into new segments of anatomy, steady on his flight path, decided to chart her body with the brushes of his lips.

@cxnsolatio asked:

He grabs Aya's hand and kisses the back of it softly.

Aya certainly wasn't expecting Law to take her hand, much less kiss it with such tenderness. Predictably, her face flushed cotton-candy pink and she let out a soft noise, somewhere between a giggle and a gasp.

Every day he seemed to surprise her more and more, and in increasingly good ways. Before, hesitancy slowed her steps, and uncertainty made her heart hammer. Now, it was a desire to stretch their time that had her slowing, the flutter of butterflies making her heart race.

And, for once, she wasn't afraid.

"You, um, you just like making me blush, don't you?" She doesn't pull her hand from him, letting it linger in his grasp and against his lips.

#long post for ts #bucketfullofocs #✚ | ❝ i have seen many things in a lifetime alone / mother love is no more ; bring this savage back home ❞ { v / main }#✚ | ❝ though i am blessed with an inner strength / some they would call it a penance ❞ { ic }#law & aya

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cxnsolatio · 1 year

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Law x Carroot ya know i had to >W>

✚✚✚ ooc — @redlips-blooddrops-deux

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I would seriously like to see the faces of whoever is reading this. Carrot? How and why? Well, my friends, Jeki is alluding to the time I half-jokingly said Law might — might — fancy a mink. A hypothetical one, not necessarily Carrot.

In my understanding of sexuality within the context of Oda's world, pansexuality does not fully equal but includes the possibility of non-platonic love for non-human beings which, in turn, is not equal to bestiality. A pansexual human could fall for merfolk, fishfolk, or even a mink. Though I care not for labeling Law, this terminology rings truest. Considering the many kinds of highly-intellectual creatures that inhabit the world of OP, I say hybridisation is not to be excluded. (It's possible this has been addressed in canon, but I'm not up-to-date with the series and am allowed my moments of forgetfulness.)

By not the same but a similar token, I would like to question if zoans could not be considered into the equation as well, since they're not one-hundred percent, organically-farmed humans anymore. But I digress. That's an entirely different discussion.

Within my view (which might be faulty, I admit) of pansexuality in OP, as per the former argument, I admit the possibility of Law fancying a mink in a romantic or sexual way. In a "shipping" kind of way. I have not interacted with any Carrots (or even mentioned carrots as a noun anywhere, for that matter), or other minks, but it's something I am very brazenly putting on the table.

Minks of the feline persuasion he's more partial to.

#redlips blooddrops deux #✚ | ❝ the devil's got a hold on my soul and he just won't let me be ❞ { ooc }

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cxnsolatio · 1 year

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Law x Nami because I must always spread the good word of LawNa.

✚✚✚ ooc — @ikkaku-of-heart

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I got acquainted with Law x Nami through you. I'm not even sure if it was a situation where I was unaware of it existing at all or just its allure. Either way, you, Anubis, are to blame. It's not a pairing I ship, but I would be lying if I said I don't see the potential in it, although, as with all relationships, so much depends on the other party involved.

No two Namis are alike, so to speak, and I'm afraid that, while she cannot and must not be meek, a Nami that is more on her boisterous or bossy side would irk (my) Law more than not. That sort of adage saying that intense bickering hides requited affection would not fly off, I'm afraid. I imagine romance could happen with a certain Nami, while with other it would be a platonic companionship. With another they would be heist buddies, while still with another they would not stand each other at all. Law's volatile, and Nami is ever-changing as the sea.

In sum, it's not to me a matter of character but of portrayal, and I do say this for every possibility discussed, although it's an exacerbated nuance when concerning Nami.

#ikkakuofheart #✚ | ❝ the devil's got a hold on my soul and he just won't let me be ❞ { ooc }

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cxnsolatio · 1 year

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Law x Mihawk intrigues me. Intelligent, handsome gothic swordsmen sounds like quite the pair ;)

✚✚✚ ooc — @ikkaku-of-heart

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This one I admit I'm biased about, as I do quite like Mihawk. He's a very elegant man. If he's refined as I picture him in my head (where else would you picture anything, Sparrow?), then he and my Law would get along just fine. It's quite easy to tease and prattle with @goshiikkuburcdo for one, and I do say it's a dynamic I deeply enjoy. Someone who can engage Law's intellect, or at least allow him his scholarly mania. Plus, scenarios seem to come more easily for the pairing, even if as alternatives to canon, on the account of them sharing their swordsmanship.

#ikkakuofheart #✚ | ❝ the devil's got a hold on my soul and he just won't let me be ❞ { ooc }

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